DanielleMarie

My Yearbook Write-Up written by Pao

2010-09-11T23:31:00.001+08:00

Danielle Marie Eleazar: a hardworking yet magnanimous student, an outspoken yet reasonable person, and a gentle yet admirable spirit – she knows no bounds, being dedicated to any kind of goals set and accomplishes them swiftly which makes her acknowledgeable in more ways than one. As a student, consistency and dedication are the two things that Dani holds in her two hands. Whether it would be a project of epic proportions or a simple surprise quiz, she knows how to get it together and still pull it off. Anyone who knows Dani as the worker can truly agree that she wastes no time in fulfilling her given tasks and assignments and makes sure that everyone in her team, meetings and functions altogether get the most out of these activities. If everything can be said with one word that she does so well, that would be to “prioritize” – a big, big word that goes a long way especially with responsibilities that she holds.

“Do a little more each day than you think you possibly can.” – Lowell Thomas

Dani, without much effort, indeed does a little more each day. Not only when she works but also does it well with her relationships with her friends. Being the loyal, ever-so funny and go-to friend, the times spent went her are always fruitful and very meaningful. You can tell her anything and even have a pinky-swear promise which will never be broken – that’s how good a friend she is. She can be hilarious and be witty at the same, she can be serious but actually giggling so loud inside and she can be understanding and be strict at the same time too. She never judges anyone and accepts her friends for who they really are. To quote Elbert Hubbard, “Your friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you.” All of which makes her personality stand out and attract anyone near her.

With regard to school spirit, among the thousands of Ateneans out there, Dani’s one who would shout out “ONE BIG FIGHT!” and will not falter despite having other schools shouting otherwise in UAAP games or even in public. She does her school well and makes the big ADMU proud not only through academics but extra-curricular activities as well. Busyness can be quite an obstacle for anyone but not for her because she makes it count and downright makes what she wants happen. Assign her a trivial and tedious task, she takes up the challenge and gets the better end of the stick by producing satisfying results. Being a project head, an event head, or a co-member in a product line, she just knows the thing to do and what’s great about it all is that she knows how to balance her time – there may be a lot of stress, worrying and arguments involved but nevertheless she can still manage and takes up even more roles.

Furthermore, being such a busybody, Dani still makes sure that she has time for those whom she cares for. She goes with spontaneity and planned get-togethers. She’s not picky and just “goes with the flow” – may it be an intimate movie date or a tryout in a restaurant she’s never eaten in before. She may not look like it but she enjoys the simple things in life like pancit palabok, charmed bracelets, toy key chains, playing cards, and more. It can be said that it is quite easy to make her smile anytime in day. She loves to laugh, likes dry humor and likes to make goofy poses in pictures -- which are just some of the components of a happy person. Her being ecstatic just gives the same amount of being such to other people and that’s why there’s literally never a dull moment with her.

Dani also goes by a lot of nicknames as addressed by her friends, relatives and loved ones. Sometimes she goes with either: “Dani bani, Dani boy, Danikins, Dani babes, Daniburr or even dani California”. Each one most probably celebrates her “Dani-ness” during her college life in Ateneo. As the student, the friend, the hard worker, and the special one among special ones, equipped with her skills and attitude – Just like a prism, once hit by light, is able to display spectral colors: she’ll have that effect on the world, assuring her very bright future.

Irrational

2010-03-19T10:51:00.002+08:00

So how do you save a friend from hurting himself when his friends are helping him ruin his reputation? We do irrational things when we're heartbroken, but DAMN. This got out of hand. I know I'm not in any place to make a comment but being asked to participate in such mockery scares me. I love my friend to bits and I'll support him no matter what. But a real friend would wouldn't let his friend throw his dignity away. I have nothing but good wishes for you, friend. I really do hope you'll be happy again

Philosophy

2010-03-18T23:15:00.003+08:00

I've got a paper for this due tomorrow and, damn... It's hitting nerves in all the wrong places

People remain a mystery, no matter what you do. That's why you should never reduce the other to an idea. I can't express how much I experience this everyday. People think I'm such a dumb bimbo, but hey... Underestimation is always a blessing in disguise. You get to beat the shit out of their impressions. What's tough though is having to be reduced to an idea and then totally disposed of because you couldn't meet those expectations. Ayan tuloy.

Dear God

2010-03-14T00:37:00.000+08:00

I hope I won't be this sad anymore soon. I have no idea why You're letting me go through all this, but I trust You. Please grant me patience to understand.

Overlapping

2010-01-10T22:50:00.002+08:00

I always thought overlapping emotions happen to people who are just really selfish that they'd retain the next one instead of calmly sacrificing what little joys the next one would bring so as to be "fair". To me, it seems as though the selfishness doesn't thrive in having someone to cushion whatever emotional relapses that spurs at different times. The selfishness comes from saving the potential on what this next person may have, overlapping emotions or not. It's selfish because you couldn't dare miss a chance on something you think could really be great. So yeah, this is the sugary sweet, positive vibes kind of selfish. I see potential in the next and, frankly, I like it.

You Love Despite Of

2010-01-05T22:24:00.002+08:00

Do you still love him?
I won't deny it

Why date him?
Because I like him and he likes me

Why do you love him?
I don't know. Because I do

Why do you like him?
Because he's reason#1, reason#2, reason#3, reason#4, reason#5

The fact that you're telling me all these tells me that you're justifying why you like the guy while you can't even give a reason why you love the other one. So tell me, are you sure about this guy?

At the end of the day, it's this guy who wants me back, not the other one.

Cry me a river

2009-10-18T08:42:00.002+08:00

So all I have to do is cry the ~~River Jordan~~ Amazon River once a week and I'll be fine-- no pun intended. It always seems to be that way. Like I'd try my hardest to be okay and then everything that I've suppressed comes back like the gushing Marikina waters during Ondoy (forgive me for sad metaphor use). Fast, muddy and depressing. But then, how long should I let bodies of water come out of my eyes before I can finally say that I'm okay?

Undeterminable

2009-10-06T22:32:00.001+08:00

Are you effing serious??-- That's racing in my thoughts right now. I am currently being overwhelmed with this feeling of a rushing emotion. It's annoying and scary. Mostly scary. Dear Lord, it might be because it was the only danger I was caught in? I don't know. Just like being addicted to drugs. Only difference lies on the fact that it isn't as intense as a drug addiction. That'd be melodramatic and retarded.

Control- Freak

2009-10-04T19:07:00.002+08:00

There's this thing about me that's been totally driving me nuts. I have a knack for sentimental values and not letting go of certain stuff that ought not to be held on to. For instance, I had my laptop reformatted yesterday and I had no worries of losing all the non- essential stuff like music and pictures. Now, I feel totally guilty for losing all those "non-essential" stuff. How pathetic.

Downsize

2009-09-06T21:22:00.003+08:00

I really hate product downsizing :( Just a few minutes ago, I decided to dislodge the top cookie part of a Dewberry cookie from its cream and jelly "adhesive". Dewberry's my favorite cookie sandwich so I was disheartened to notice how little the cream filling was. I used to do that a lot years back and I always loved how the cream filling filled up the cookie and even oozed out to the sides. It used to form a full flower before, now they just look like small circles surrounding the jelly center. I didn't really notice its appearance before because the filling still looked like it oozed out. But dear, it just looks that way. The little cream filling circles were positioned in such a way that it still looked like a lot of cream was used. No onder the Dewberry cookies now are a little drier and less creamy.

Sigh.

Was ist Das -- Die Philosophie

2009-08-22T23:32:00.000+08:00

Dang it, philosophia. I'm too dumb for you.

I need to get a grip

2009-08-21T23:18:00.002+08:00

I've been having school jitters laely. Jitters in terms of the feats that I'm about to face.

It started today when, at the simplest of activities--on a non- required school recollection, I found myself being nervous before confessing to a priest. I always feel uneasy when I confess. I find it hard to have a priest hear all the wrongs that I've done and have that same priest advise me about them. Nonetheless, I pushed throught with it and I, luckily, got a very jolly priest. It made reconcilliation almost enjoyable haha-- We were laughing inside the confessional box, go figure.

Next week, however, would doubtedly be as easy as what happened earlier today. One of the many hell weeks will again be occuring in the following week with a long test, a paper, two midterms and an oral exam. I'm pretty sure I can handle the tests that are predictable (naturally... duh), but what's keeping me nervous are my oral exams and the paper that's due next Tuesday. Both of them are required by my Philosophy class and for this certain class, I haven't really grasped the trend or the flow of my professor. We haven't had any prior modes of testing to base on how we are graded and knowing that I'd be entering that oral exam or submitting that paper without knowing crap about what I may get almost kills me. Yeah, I've always been one to have a feel on how anything's going to end.

Man, how am I going to synthesize the myriad of ideas discussed in class. Granted that it's a philosophy class-- It's already as hard as hell to comprehend. I mean, I always enjoy listening to teacher try with all his might to make us undersand (I do when he tries hard enough to make him fart all his efforts), but putting parameters around those geniuses that we learned of is a great load of work. As Gabriel Marcel said (not verbatimly, thankyou), it's hard to define and teach what he doesn't fully understand yet. Dang, if Marcel, a bonafide philosophy genius, admits to the difficulty of his specialty, what more mere students actually learning about him when they are attempting to synthesize his ideas with others learned in lectures? AND with Descartes too, whom Marcel dissapproves of... sort of.

Dasal nalang.

P.S. Marketing's scaring me too :( Maybe I'll rant about that some other day

Mga Tamad

2009-07-27T16:40:00.002+08:00

It's as easy as searching it for yourselves-- That's how you do a task. When one is assigned to do something, there won't always be steps tediously spelled out and listed for you. No one will always be there to assure that you didn't miss anything during an instance that you happened to be busy doing something else. It's all about initiative-- standing on your own two feet. It's NEVER about taking the easy way out. 'Cause really, people who live on taking the easiest path more or less shrink to pathetic inexistence in the real world. I'm not saying that you should know what to do all the time and that you musn't ask when you are at a total loss of what to do-- That's totally different. That right there is simply a case of selfishness. Selfish existence isn't my point. My point here is learning what to do for yourself without heavy reliance on extra feet and knowing the consequences of any "lazy-bum" acts that you pull.

Your boss asks you to read something but you can't find it. Your boss ending up supplying you with the actual material just looks so... Sad. And all you had to do was whine about it not being there. Hey man, I found it and all I had to do was just look in the cabinets. Mga tamad.

Odio

2009-06-18T21:54:00.002+08:00

I'm patiently waiting or my sweet revenge. But really-- I'm getting soooo impatient! Haha. I get this chance everyday but the right circumstances are never there. Blah. I HAD THE PERFECT chance (yes, stress on all those uppercase-d words). And what did stupid lil' ol' me do when i had the chance? Threw it away hahaha! (seriously, why is this funny to me?). One more chance for that final slap in the face please? Thanks!

Revenge

2009-06-10T12:44:00.001+08:00

Dear Emo Self.

I will seek thy revenge on yesyouknowwhothispersonis. I promise! Haha rawr.

Love,
Same Old Emo Self

Sin

2009-06-08T23:31:00.002+08:00

Ugh. A simple glance at the bottom made my heart skip. The thing is... It's not worth it!!! Here enters the question WHY??

Oh crap

2009-06-07T17:05:00.002+08:00

Oh Crap. My Parents Joined Facebook.
CONGRATULATIONS! YOUR PARENTS JUST JOINED FACEBOOK. YOUR LIFE IS OFFICIALLY OVER.

So, you finally caved. You've accepted a friend request from your Mom, Dad, crazy Aunt Ida, and your college roommate’s newly divorced mother. Well here's your chance to get back at them for taking away your public privacy.
Email us at: myparentsjoinedfacebook@gmail.com because we want to laugh at your Mom’s ridiculous Facebook status and the embarrassing message your Dad wrote on your wall too! If you want your relative to remain anonymous include that in the email.
Family. Can't Facebook with 'em, can't unFriend 'em!

SERIOUSLY. It was fine at first. Until they start commenting on every shit that you post! People, no disrespect here but the web's probably one of the very few liberties that a child could have. We know you're concerned about what we do online and all but please spare us? It's not like we're embarassing ourselves. We know what we're doing.

Oh no. We're TOTALLY okay.

2009-06-02T13:45:00.002+08:00

I swear to God-- Sometimes I really think I've had enough. I give in, but I can't give in all the time right? And just when I thought I should change, I give in again. 2 people make up a relationship right?? Why the eff do I feel like I'm the only ass in the love seat?

Why Dating Bigger Men is Better

2009-05-30T23:46:00.002+08:00

-Emily Porter

I never thought I’d date a “fat” guy. As an athlete (I swim several times a week), I used to only be attracted to svelte, trim men. I was so focused on finding a guy who worshiped his own body that I neglected to look for a guy who worshiped me.

So imagine my surprise when I began dating a chubby, cuddly guy. He didn’t compete in triathlons, he never counted calories, he rarely wore fitted clothes. At first I grew nervous that we wouldn’t work together. I worried that everywhere we went, people would judge us for being an inter-weight-cial couple.

But after a few weeks, my fears melted away. Instead of staring at his plump tummy, all I could see was how much he cared for me. Despite my initial prejudice against hefty hunks, I realized he pretty much rocked my world. Sometimes bigger is definitely better.

I’m not the only one jumping aboard the junk-in-the-trunk bandwagon.

The New York Times reports that several leading men have packed on pounds as of late. Russell Crowe, Jeff Daniels, John Travolta, Denzel Washington and Hugh Grant have all recently made full-figured film appearances. And Fox is planning a dating reality show called More to Love, which will feature overweight contestants.

Here are four reasons why dating a “Big & Tall” boy will give you the most bang for your buck.

1. He’ll never criticize your weight or your food portions. If you want that extra slice of pizza or that extra scoop of ice cream, he’s not going to raise an eyebrow.

2. You know how women’s magazines always claim that men prefer women with a little meat on their bones, because their bodies feel better to the touch? Turns out the reverse is also true. Heavier men are softer and more squeezable than skinny studs.

3. His belly = your own personal, portable pillow. (:D:D:D)

4. Weighty guys enjoy life more than thin men. They never stress about diets or workouts - they instead spend their time tasting the pleasures of life. Like you!

(via bettyconfidential)

Just for the sake of blogging about Hayden Kho

2009-05-30T01:37:00.002+08:00

So it pays to follow INQ7 on Twitter. Hahaha they had this period of non- stop Tweets about Hayden Kho. Like it'd almost spell out their credibility in worthy news writing right? Haha whatever. I got more knowledge of this scandal compared to some of my relatives who's seen every darn video pertaining to the scandal.

No matter what you say about the dude, I still hate him. Don't go all "you don't know him" bullcrap on me 'cause 1) I don't want to know him personally and 2) what he did behind all his girlfriend's backs justifies enough the reason why a lot of women (and men, even) should utterly dislike him. Don't get me wrong, though, I don't want to sympathize with Katrina Halili. Why? Well because... She never really had a respectable image to begin with. I'm not saying it's her fault. In fact, I believe she has every right to make case after case against this Hayded guy. Yun nga lang, the whole innocent virgin facade she's pulling doesn't really go well with her line of business (Hello Tanduay calendar covers). However, my best wishes go out to whoever was victimized by this scandal.

Just to add: Hayden Kho soooo saw that water dousing incident coming! He deserved every drop of it. Just not the time and place.

Time for some EMO SHIT

2009-05-30T01:14:00.002+08:00

Really. Why do I keep up with it? Like seriously, I've been doing more head- desks and face- palms than I ever did in the last few months. I'm more stupid than I ever was. I haaaate it. I watched 27 Dresses just recently (there's a connection, promise) and there was this scene where Katherine Heigl's (sp?) character had to face with the fact that she can never say no. I think I have the same problem. I can't say no! I mean, I'd try but I'd end up doing a 180 and convert that "absolutely not" to an "absolutely". Also, not only do I have difficulty with defiances but, I seem to have found myself having a weakness to all sorts of tempation. As in, I succumb too much to temptation. Can't say NO + yes to TEMPTATION = utter catastrophe. I'm so evil :(. This is me wallowing 10 feet under guilt and pushing myself further down from there (yuck, exagge?).

Hello. I deserve that beating up yonder.

I'm pissed today. Don't even try to stop me.

2009-05-18T21:34:00.002+08:00

So this person complained about the regret of accepting every single effing friend invite on one of his/her social networking shiz things. This was perplexing 'cause this person was the same person who invited me but I never knew who this person was to begin with-- This person even invited my boyfriend but he had no inkling as to who this person was. Parang ok... Magrereklamo ka pero invite ka ng invite ng taong hindi mo naman kilala.

Ok sorry. Very trivial thing to get pissed at. I just had a really bad day. HAHA what an awesome way to vent out :|

Whatev. I'll get over it in about 7 minutes max.

24th Tenth

2009-05-11T00:01:00.003+08:00

Cause 2 years go by with such God- damned speed.

I remember exactly what happened in those moments 2 years ago. Jordan and I were on our way home from our Laguna trip. He was taking me home and we sat like quiet rocks inside his car. Haha! 2 years isn't that long for some (and I get what they mean since I feel like this is still pretty new :>) but after that long, I can't count how many fights we've had or how many times we've laughed together. I can say, though, that our latest fight was about 3 hours ago HAHA. Couples fighting... What an absolute cliche.

Nonetheless, this thing makes me effingly happy. I'm not giddy over it because being giddy isn't important. Now that it's the second time around in celebrating a year's past, more important things enter my mind. Like... Marriage. OMG I AM SO KIDDING HAHAHA. No, not marriage THANK YOU-- yet. What was I thinking of? It's a secret. Partly because it's exhausting to type it down here and mostly because the reserved part of me is hindering myself from blasting whatever comes into my mind in this site. However, I can mention that those reminisce-y moments are coming in flashbacks in my mind (in HD and 3D and HQ!!!).

Below, I made another one of those photobooth-y manipulations. Yes, I'm a BIG sucker for vintage looking photos. These aren't the most glamorous photos of us, but that's the point. I want to proclaim our ugliest faces together! Hahahah! Cause, really... We're the happiest when we become the ugliest creatures on the planet. :)

From Top- Bottom: first three are in transition except the last one (the one with the 10 haha). Notice Jordan go from fat to thin to fat to thin. Yoyo diet is what I call it.

Dust Buddy

2009-05-07T22:59:00.003+08:00

Imagine owning something covered in fur... or faux fur... Basta anything fluffy! You know those times you try to rid them off of the dust that clings to their "fur" but no matter what you do, a day later, dust covers them again? I hate that :|

I just recently dusted my laptop sleeve and 3 days later, one of its corners was dusty again.

Of course I'll make an entry about him

2009-05-03T01:25:00.001+08:00

I wanted to make a separate entry for him haha. Yes, I'm just about as mushed up as I can get right now.

Hey you, I had fun with you :-*

Short but sweet.

California, Wakeboarding and Swine Flu

2009-05-03T01:00:00.002+08:00

Yahoo!Buzz's headline when i opened my browser just a second ago was about the three things mentioned in the title. Of course, who am I to resist commenting on such insanely useless yet interesting news as of late?

Ms. California and her being against gay marriage. I'm with her to some extent. TO SOME EXTENT. Yet, when I watched her on one of those morning shows (Today show, I think-- It was a clip from the web), and I heard her say that she was just standing up for what was "biblically correct", I lost her. I mean, I'm totally not against her intentions in being "biblically correct" (heck, I'm a Roman Catholic), but the way she delivered her opinions every time she was asked about it?-- It's as if she didn't have a care in the world for those who are in favor of gay marriages. Yes, she has a good point on keeping your opinions and not being fazed by anyone who thinks differently, but really now, you're being watched by a lot of people around the world and the least you could have is sensitivity?

Keith Olbermann vs Sean Hannity on waterboarding. Okay, before I head on to what I'd like to say about these two, I was really really really utterly stupid into thinking that they were talking about WAKEBOARDING. Whatev ok... Moving on. I agree on Olbermann on this one-- It IS torture. HELLO. Even if I don't like how Olbermann talks on his show most of the time, Hannity is more stupid than me (on this particular entry... haha) on 1) thinking it isn't torture and 2) agreeing and announcing into participating in waterboarding! Um, hi... Search it on Wikipedia and the first thing you'll see is "Waterboarding is a form of torture" (this is directly copied from the wiki page-- Haha yeah I did research). "Talking big and living small" is what you are (quoted from Olbermann)

Joe Biden told his family to stay away from planes and subways in fear of the swine flu infection. Why is he being given such bad remarks for this? It's just what almost everyone in proximity of the swine flu hotzones are doing, Biden just decided to voice out his anti-swine-flu measures on national television. Big deal? He's no different from anyone who's been doing the same thing. Besides, the veep's beein doing what a lot of doctors have been telling people to do. Eesh.. I bet these people who commented are bitter Republicans. (Yuck di ma- over sa US elections?)

How to wear 'new trends'

2009-04-26T17:56:00.002+08:00

by Lisa Armstrong

It may not have escaped the beadier eyed that, in the main, this season’s trends are pretty much the same as last season’s, with the adjective “new” attached: the new gladiator sandal, the new biker jacket, etc. The only genuinely new(ish) catwalk developments are the return of fuchsia and coral (a good thing, because the latter, particularly, is universally flattering) and the shoulder pad (also potentially good, especially when it comes attached to a YSL-inspired hip-length, double-breasted waistcoat-cum-jacket). That’s it. Everything else can be dusted off from last summer, or, if you have the cash and the inclination, traded in for superior versions.

There’s nothing wrong with fashion slowing down. It’s not an indication of its creative bankruptcy, but rather the reverse. What’s the point in spewing out microtrends when no one’s in the mood for that kind of throwaway momentum? Fashion came to a near standstill for the six years of the Second World War, and would have looked ludicrous had it done otherwise. Since we’re already pretty familiar with most of the ideas on the high street at the moment, and whether or not they work for us, now is the time to take stock and really concentrate on what we do buy. We should approach clothes shopping in a more discerning manner and refuse to tolerate any nonsense – in the product or the service. Who knows, we might actually bring about some real changes.

Which brings me to Aimé, a Notting Hill boutique that sells groovy labels such as Isabel Marant and APC, and employs staff who really go that extra mile in their efforts to be disdainful. Obviously, this takes years of practice and, equally obviously, no one in their right mind enters a shop whose name means loved in French expecting anything as mundane as helpfulness. But what makes Aimé the extreme retail experience for the sadomasochist is that, when I visited recently, half the stock didn’t have tags on and yet, in a genius twist, the assistants regarded questions about prices with the same bemused expression they’d adopt if you left a deposit of human faeces by their precious scented candles. Mind you, when they did deign to remember the price, I regretted asking, so randomly out of kilter did it seem with what was being traded. Like the fighter pilots who didn’t realise the war had finished until 1950, this lot could be of anthropological interest: the last people in the developed world who haven’t twigged that the old order is over and that being snotty to the customer no longer quite hits the spot.

“Let’s get out of here and go to Liberty, where it’s cheaper,” my teenage daughter urged. Foolishly, I snuck back to Aimé a day later, because Liberty didn’t have the items – two vases – I wanted. I know. I deserved all I got. Gratifyingly, the saleswoman still didn’t speak to me. Then she overcharged me. Bring on the revolution, Mesdames.

(via Times Fashion)

It's that heat

2009-04-17T01:08:00.002+08:00

Talk about 1am break. It's summer and I get late breaks from school work. What utter fuckery.

...

I was greeted by a pile of fresh clothes sitting on my bed today. I came home from school so I quickly changed into one of those loose and effingly huge shirts that belonged to the pile. The shirt felt like it was newly pressed 'cause it was pretty warm (instantly made me rush in front of a fan, heh). Then I remembered, I always tell the helpers never to iron my pambahays (the loose shirts, expecially. It's more comfortable for me that way haha). I asked one of them anyway, just to make sure-- They didn't press them.

It is THAT HOT. My clothes feel like they've been sitting under an iron.

School

2009-04-14T20:15:00.001+08:00

~~FREEDOM!!!~~

And my GOD the heat. 3rd floor CTC with this heat. It's night time and the heat's still CRAZY!! wtf

bumblebee!!!

2009-04-13T13:52:00.002+08:00

New layout!

My boredom in learning how to photoshop brought about an urge to make this weird logo (the one up yonder). Well eff I was bored enough to make a new layout HAHA. Bzzbzzbzz. Good thing it suits my state in a few days. Busy bee!

Omg Jordan's online!! Ok first time I talked to him since he left for SG and he's on his way home haha.

Bulleted, 'cause I'm lazy

2009-04-10T11:57:00.003+08:00

I miss JJMG :(
BEST Visita Iglesia ever
really depressing week :(
stress of school spread over to summer break
Miracles DO happen!!:) (I still need one though... Haha)
the week was mostly depressing but good stuff happened to me this week. I'd call this week schizo
LS bookstore shopping. Bought like 3 shirts-- 'cause I can
I enjoyed the last few minutes of my day before fasting and abstinence with a shitload of fries!!
All the Above by Maino rocks
http://www.churchsimplified.com --> Way of the Cross at High St.! I so love it.
23rd 10th on a good friday
Holiness + Fun = awesome. Never thought the two could co- exist
Hi God, I love you!

Milagro

2009-04-07T22:48:00.002+08:00

I know ang kulit...

But I came across this little thing while doing the usual net- surfing.

I believe in miracles !!! I need one now……

Took the words right out of my mouth. I really need one now. God, may I have a miracle please?:(

Hello God

2009-04-05T21:54:00.002+08:00

I'm in need of a miracle. Could I please have it? Please?:(

New breed of baby boomers

2009-03-28T21:32:00.002+08:00

...brought to you by Earth Hour

Jordan Ma. Guerrero: tumaas na ang population ng planet earth
Jordan Ma. Guerrero:
Danielle Eleazar: huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh?
Jordan Ma. Guerrero: dahil sa earth hour
Jordan Ma. Guerrero is typing a message.
Jordan Ma. Guerrero:
Danielle Eleazar: ay tangina
Danielle Eleazar: HAHA

...?

"Rest"

2009-03-08T21:05:00.002+08:00

is something totally alien to me nowadays. But I was hella blessed to be able to have some last Friday and Saturday morning. After playing Left 4 Dead last Friday (First time!! Hahaha!-- Scared me, though. YES I'm mega duwag), I went home and SLEPT. I was supposed to go see Watchmen but I didn't. I just slept the whole night to make up for the mere 3 hours of sleep I got in 2 days. I didn't even bother waking up at 11 to go out anymore, I just slept until it was lunch time the next day.

"The world will look up and shout,
'Save us..'
And I'll whisper,
'No.'"

ARGH now I regret being too tired not to watch hahahaha!

Th121 - Edilberto "GIlbert" Jimenez

2009-03-04T20:22:00.004+08:00

I'm currently taking a break on reviewing for my oral exams for theo. It's hell, I tell you. I always feel this way whenever I study for an exam for this subject. My head always feels bruised from all the theologians and greek terms that don't even make sense to me (there's a lot more that don't make sense to me in this course hahaha). It's no different for the orals. No matter how many times I try reading all the notes, readings, slideshows provided, there are still a lot of eff that I don't get (and admittedly, they don't really seep in). I've never really hated my teacher despite all the hearsay that's been said about him. Heck, I never really seen his evil side until I witnessed him go nuts in front of the class (the issue of my blockmate getting an overcut but he only had 4 cuts daw...). I had this subdued feeling within me, though, that sorta felt his being evil. I think that's why I'm terrified of him even if I never saw him go ballistic before the overcut incident. Hence, that's why I think I'm terrified of the subject hahahaha. So yeah.. I guess I saw him to be evil in a sense.

But there was this thing that really changed my mind. I was reviewing the guidelines for our orals and I noticed this.

Guidelines for Oral Exams

1) State what the thesis statement as a whole is about.

2) Describe the role of each sentence relative to the thesis statement. Note conjunctions like “thus,” nevertheless,” etc that connect one sentence to another.

3) Proceed in explaining the thesis statement, defining the key words.

4) Since you are doing this as a pair, answer as a team. It is best if you show that you prepared beforehand how to explain the thesis statement, divided the work equally and equitably , and help each other when problems arise, not taking advantage of a partner’s ignorance to gain more credit selfishly.

5) Cite the sources of the thesis statement, whether Scripture passage, church teaching or theologian.

6) Superior grasp involves using concrete examples, extra sources that illustrate, complement and enhance the thesis statement, but not replace it or cover up one’s lack of knowledge of it. Best grasp: a personal appropriation or rejection of the claims of the thesis statement.

7) It is a tradition in the Ateneo to dress up for oral exams. Wear corporate attire. Wear a confident bearing: show me you want, and will, succeed!

8) Finally, pray. Not only to do well in the exam (I guess Marcos did that before taking his bar exam), but to talk to God about what you intend to do with your Christian faith you received from him during your baptism.

The last part was pretty heart- warming. After all the stressful guidelines up there, I was pleasantly surprised to see the little enlightening advice. Parang nakita ko yung pagka- tatay slash theologian ni sir (even if it was unintended) which made me think really positively of him all of a sudden. Ok yuck a lot will probably want to kill me now pero, sorry, that's how I feel-- So to those who think otherwise, leave me be hahahah. It was, I think, the one thing that made me calm down after all the stress of this week. I was all "Oo nga noh!"-- I literally forgot that at the time of despair and hardship, among others, there's always God to talk to. God rocks.

Cheese

2009-02-15T08:45:00.006+08:00

"Alalahanin ang tag araw natin"-- Sir Pagsy would always sing his direct translation of "September" in his short speech before Sinta starts. Haha yup, I watched Sinta... Again. This would be, I believe, my fourth year of watching it (straight) and ever since I first watched it when I was 13, it's still my favourite high school play. It's sad that I wasn't able to watch Mitzie as Sinta, though! She performed at the ensemble before the 730pm cast. Nonetheless, it was still worthwhile-- Even after the countless times I've seen it. Why? 'Cause he surprised me with the tickets :) hihi yuck

Let's just say that I received more gifts from one person for Valentine's this year compared to last Christmas. All of them surprises :) A box of Ecuadorian Roses and 4 boxes of chocolates ('cause he couldn't decide :|). Such a cheeeeeese. I was sooooo ready to boycott this overrated event/ holiday buuut I backed out at the last minute. Haha :)

Mint is my coffee

2009-02-13T00:28:00.003+08:00

I'm currently at the process of finishing my review for my Sci10 longtext (which happens in about 9 hours hahaha). As usual.. I feel sleepy. Too sleepy. I don't like sleeping beyond midnight (haha I like getting enough rest) but yep, it's not like I have a choice. This has been happening to me A LOT lately. I'm getting really sleepy randomly and I can't keep my eyes open enough to concentrate in class no matter how big and orb- like they are. Naturally, I've tried settling on taking coffee everyday. The problem, though, is that coffee, for me, acts as a natural laxative and diuretic-- So yeaaaaah I wouldn't want to have constant trips to the restroom for that, would I? Haha. That ends any speculations on why I'm a coffe-girl-within-household-only.

So what did I do? Mints! Instead of sugary drinks and treats (which I'm scared to do 'cause my dad's a diabetic and I might acquire that somehow), I settled on taking those really minty mints. The kind of mints that makes your eyes water. My mint of choice now: Listerine breath strips. I pop about 2 when I'm falling asleep in class and 4 when it's past my bedtime and I'm still reading lengthy shit at home (which is now haha!). When I don't have those strips, the normal Mentos mints are enough for me. 2 pops in every class do it for me (HAHA wtf I'm talking like they're some kind of drug).

I wonder if I'm not the only one who uses mints as a stimulant... *chuckle*

Low and behold

2009-02-08T17:51:00.002+08:00

... was a phrase originally written "Lo and behold". 'Lo' meaning to look and 'behold' meaning to recognize something. Haha I was able to spare a few minutes to do a little Wikipedia link- hopping (Yeah 'cause there was enough dork in me to pass time on an online encyclopedia). This is interesting, really. It made me realize one thing-- It takes more than seeing something to actually get to understand it. Thus, you'd have to see and recognize. Otherwise, you'd be blind by what's already been in front of you. Or worse, you may have totally effed yourself over by doing the absolutely stupidest thing of giving the benefit of the doubt. Risks are always welcome but yeah, A's or B+'s aren't granted to those who don't make sure if their cuts from their classes were worth it or not.

Impossible to cure LSS

2009-01-29T00:59:00.002+08:00

Take a guess on who these two could be. Clue: Music+Green (fave colour) and a soon- to- be Doc hahahahaha.

Beware of women bearing gifts

2009-01-20T23:39:00.002+08:00

You know what dudu's (Teki and Dani term) never learn? It's that women have this really strong support system. A system in the form of really loyal and best friends. Co- women, simply put. Probably the biggest mistake of all is not being conscious of this fact. This tends to bite back-- Hard.

Muy frio

2009-01-17T09:27:00.002+08:00

A cold breeze is a cold breeze-- but the coldness really sinks in when your fingers and toesies acquire their own temperature that's very different from the rest of your body. E.g. the kind that makes your friend jump in his/ her seat when you touch his/ her arm or the kind that makes you seek the warmth of your armpits hahaha (or, God forbid, your ass). Now pair that with an emotion of anxiety or a mere state of nervousness-- I'd watch my fingernails turn extra pale whenever that happens to me haha. Yep, cold and pale fingers have been happening to me a lot lately as well as cold temperatures have landed in the Philippines. Hello daily corpse bride complexions.

This must be another side of GCC (global climate change) 'cause last years Christmas was really warm and the recently concluded Christmas was really cold. I liked it hahaha-- That's prolly an upside of GCC. Downside: Expectations of a muy muy caluroso summer.

Rock Solid Z's

2009-01-14T21:29:00.003+08:00

I don't know what the eff's been up with my sleepy times but lately, I've been having naps that make me feel like I've been immersed in sleep for hours. I'd look at my iPod when I wake up and notice that my playlist has been through 7 songs when I only remembered the first two and the last one playing-- Well that's normal siguro for some but I usually remember the order of the songs that play when I take naps (in shuffle, take note). It's weird that I've been sleeping like a rock 'cause I don't remember ever being really tired for the past 2 weeks. Sleep doth loveth thee, I guess.

Thing that made me happy for today:
When I write notes down and I end the period with my notes ending at the exact last line of the page (the ones away from the bottom edge, of course). Haha that happened today when I was re- writing my Psych notes. Joy.

And omg this one.

I clapped like an idiot at the end of this vid. Kept watching it, too. Hahahah this super beats the wiifail.

Go ahead, measure my sadness

2009-01-12T21:13:00.003+08:00

... enough for me to blog about it and enough for me to make it as a facebook stat. Negatives are the last thing I'd want to proclaim in the webosphere but this is a huge ass exception (and an annoying one at that)

Yuck ang emo.

Intellectual

2009-01-11T22:59:00.002+08:00

Jordan Ma. Guerrero: not much, just finished drawing helminths and protists
Jordan Ma. Guerrero:
Danielle Eleazar: helminths?
Danielle Eleazar: aren't those round worms?
Jordan Ma. Guerrero: yup
Danielle Eleazar: oh cool i remember
Jordan Ma. Guerrero: NERD!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously though? I don't consider myself a nerd-- Or anything of that sort hahahaah :)) Before writing this down, I spaced out, thinking on how I rememered what the fuck Helminths were. Then it hit me-- 2nd year HS-- The whole period was given to me to give a lecture to my classmates on the Kingdom Animalia. I remember spending a good amount of time talking about Phylum Platyhelminthes so I must've gotten the idea from there. Oddly enought though, platyhelminths, as I remember now, are flatworms. I wonder how I imagined them to be roundworms when I was talking to Jordan kanina.

Oh shits. Sounds like nerd.

On a brighter note:
Yay for my 100th post (says so on my dashboard hahaha) and yay for my sister :)

Never leave your valuables unattended

2009-01-02T17:23:00.003+08:00

Chuck gnawed on one of the heels of my suede boots. Fuck it. I made a deal with my sister that I'd let them survive for more than 3 years (she got them for me) but yeah, less than 2 years in and I've been granted a bite-marked heel. Still perfectly wearable... But the bitemarks, el shit-o /slash/ mierda.

Haha okay letting go of the past. Moving on :))

Pardon my need to take a moment to thank the heavens for end of season sales. Who'd dare shun sales? Those that reach 70% discount prices at that. The economic crisis has really given a lot of silver linings-- In the form of shopping sprees hahahaha. Sounds a little insensitive, yes, but really now, who could resist the gravitational force exuded by red 'SALE' letters? We humans can't help but gush about bargains hahahha. Nothing beats cheap thrills-- end of season cheap thrills haha.

Shopaholic mode, off. Geek mode, on.

School starts monday. God knows I'm not ready. I can feel myself having a vacation hang over for about three days (sans the alc, please). I've got a bunch of readings waiting for me and I've been hearing their taunts and jeers because of the final days of vacay.

But hey, snaps and cheers for 2009. It's going to be great! :D

01/02/09
Dani

Pardon, that wasn't the last..

2008-12-29T19:14:00.003+08:00

Re: post below again, this dude felt that it was apt to supply a counter- argument to all the people who spread the story about Bambee's family online.

An F-YOU to all the politics-haters out there
Politics is supposed to be a positive tool. In its barest form, its intention is to aid us. So the sooner you bloggers quit magnifying every fucking slip there is, the sooner we can get this snail of a country back on its feet. I'm just so fucking sick of all the unsubstantiated whining I read in blogs and newspapers these days.

Hehehe. I miss blogging.

Happy New Year!

A Happy F-ing New Year to you, too. Really now, please give them a break. Me included. Some of us just really want to vent out what we feel about this.

Huling Hirit

2008-12-29T13:34:00.003+08:00

Re: post below, I really couldn't resist to post a tiny rant about this. To the Pangandamans, it pretty much looks like it has boiled down on breeding and, foolishly enough, you still had a chance to keep whatever's left of it in you days ago-- Haha it's apparent now on who has it and who doesn't, huh.

I think they should really get used to the biting sarcasms of people who have heard this 'cause Lord knows they haven't heard the last of the bunch.

Earth's full. Go home, bastards.

2008-12-28T20:21:00.002+08:00

I read this first from Jeki's blog. This was originally from Bambee's page

So, I just had the worst day of my life.

At around 1:30 PM today, at Valley Golf and Country Club, Antipolo City, Mayor Nasser Pangandaman, Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur, his father, Secretary Nasser Pangandaman of the Department of Agrarian Reform, and company, beat my defenseless 56-year-old dad and my 14-year-old brother to a pulp because of some stupid misunderstanding on the golf course.

This is a golf course. I have been a golfer all my life, and I have never seen anything like this. NOTHING. This is hard to comprehend. And it happened to my own father and my own brother too. Right in front of my eyes.

My brother and I were playing golf at the South Course of Valley. We were on the 3rd hole, and we see two golf carts going past us, overtaking our flight, and setting up to tee off on the next hole. My dad goes up to them and asks them why they would do that, why they would overtake us without even asking for our permission. Golf etiquette 101. One of the guys says that they're with the flight in front of us. (So what? That doesn't give them the right to just pass us WITHOUT asking.) So, we go to the 5th hole. The flight behind us catches up with us, and asks us what caused the hold up. We said that this flight just slipped in front of our flight. So we complained to the marshall. We play the 5th hole and walk towards the next hole, where there is a teehouse, and both the flights in front of us were there, talking with the marshall. The mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur talks with my dad. Things get heated up. Voices were raised. But never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever imagine that someone would pull out a punch. Apparently not. He attacks my father. His flightmates, maybe 2 or 3 of them, rush to his aid and beat up my father. My 56-year-old father. My younger brother and I could not just watch. We rushed to break the fight. My younger brother pleads to the mayor to please stop it. To not hurt my dad. To just stop. His words still ring through my head..."Sorry na po, sorry na po...tama na...tama na po..." With his hands in front of his chest in a praying position. PLEADING. The mayor socks him in the face. My brother defended himself. My dad is still on the ground getting clobbered. My brother is the same way. I try to stop the fight, but all I can do is stop one person. There were 4 or 5 of them attacking now.

Someone breaks up the fight. I thought it was all over. The mayor shouts to his caddy: "Hindi nila kami kilala! Sabihin mo nga sa kanila kung sino ako!" And believe me, I had no idea who this person was. But now I know. He's the person who, with 4 other men, beat up my 56-year-old father and my 14-year-old brother. He's the person who sacks a pleading 14-year-old kid in the face. He's a person who, I am sure, is gonna rot in hell.

I lash out, but my dad held me back. I was screaming my lungs out, shouting to this mayor, telling him about what he had done. I said: "Nakakahiya kayo. Singkwenta'y sais anyos ang tatay ko. And kapatid ko kakatorse anyos. Anong ilalaban nila sayo?"

The mayor looks at my brother, point to his face, and says, "Tatandaan kita!" And he tells me that my brother has a bad attitude and that I need to watch him. WHAT THE HELL?! So, my brother's bad for defending his father?!

We leave. We walk to the clubhouse to file a complaint. My brother asks for a doctor. My dad could barely walk. Their group comes to the clubhouse, sees my brother. Once again my brother pleads, says sorry, and is crying. He was CRYING, for crissakes. But no. The relentless mayor still punches him in the face, and then sees my dad and goes after my dad again. Him and his friend pull my dad to the ground, pulls at his feet, and steps on him like he's dirt. I run to him and try to hold him back, holding him back by his shirt, while this other guy and this girl tries to stop me. She tells me to just stop it. I scream in her face "they're beating my father up and you want me to stop?!" I pull at his shirt--I don't let go. All I can see was my dad being trampled on. I didn't even see my brother getting beat up.

People pull them away. I get my dad, and I saw my brother. His right ear was bleeding. I freaked out. I told the receptionists to bring my brother to the clinic. I pull my dad away. People were separating us.

My mom and my older brother come. I tell her Bino's right ear is bleeding. They both look like they could kill. My dad holds my brother off, I hold off my mom. When I finally got my mom under control, my older brother gets away and I hold him off. Two of the mayor's bodyguards pull out guns. I embraced my brother from the back, just holding him back, crying. The receptionists came to us, crying, hugging me, my dad, and my mom, whispering to us to just leave. "Maam, umalis na po kayo, may mga baril sila...Maam...umalis na po kayo please..."

I am pretty sure the Secretary of DAR did not take part in the fight, but he just watched all this happen. He watched two of his sons, as we figured out, the other guy was his son, too, beat up my father and my 14-year-old brother. He didn't do anything to stop it. And this person is what now? A cabinet member. A politician.

Sounds like something out of a movie, doesn't it? But this is what happened. TODAY. The day after Christmas. To my family. And all I ask for is JUSTICE. The people at Valley Golf did not seem to want to help us. None of the security guards even tried to stop the fight. Right in the clubhouse. I came back after the fight was over and talked to the receptionists. They say they did not see anything. The general manager of Valley Golf would not give us the names of the men who made my brother's ear bleed. It took him an hour. Maybe even more than that. He seemed to not want to help us. Because, we were against the SECRETARY OF THE DEPARTMENT OF AGRARIAN REFORM and the MAYOR OF MASIU CITY, LANAO DEL SUR. They were all scared.

The world has gone crazy. Two politicians beat up a defenseless 56-year-old father and his 14-year-old son. At a golf course. I swear to God, I thought golfers were decent people. You would think politicians were decent people. I guess not. I guess they gang up on 56-year-old men and beat up pleading 14-year-old kids.

Please pray for my dad, my brother and for my whole family. Please pray that we get JUSTICE. Oh God, please, give these people what they deserve.

It even says on Jeki's post that the mayor filed against the younger brother. Great :|
Grabe talaga. I know it's not the best thing to do to hope for bad things to happen to people but this is just fucking crazy. Prayers and best hopes for Bambee and her family (Oh yeah, thanks Jeki!)

Baby where'd you get Joe Biden from?

2008-12-28T18:57:00.003+08:00

I got him from Obama (click)

Haha hilarious stumble. Being the Democrat fanatic that I am, yep-- I pretty much enjoyed this. I'd get me an Obama bobble head doll anytime. (I saw one at Serendra the other day but my attention was quickly diverted to a life- sized Iron Man helmet replica :> )

Disclaimer: Image direct linked from the site. I know it's sorta illegal but hell haha, I just had to put it here

Yuletide carols

2008-12-25T15:35:00.002+08:00

Collect calls abroad, relative visits, and good ol' FF (family fun). I love it. 'Tis the reason I love this season (woohoo rhyme unintended haha). To hell with the fact that gifts get tinier and lesser every year. Nevermind, too, the electric bill costs that come with leaving on Christmas Lights for a month or so. MERRY CHRISTMAS!:)

Gosh I'm so happy it's annoying ;)) Falalalala-lalalala

Oh the weather outside it frightful

2008-12-24T14:20:00.003+08:00

I'm about a weekend late on starting my primero Christmas break entry and about 2 days early on starting a Christmas entry. A combo of laziness and anxiety-- Go figure.

Talking about the weather seems like such a humdrum thing to do but 'ey, the title's just apt for the holidays and it's the only thing i could think of to collectively label recent happenings haha. Since I'm in no mood to think about coherent paragraphs and shit, I'll do the ol' numbered thinger.

Christmas Shopping. Despite my dire attempts to avoid the reason why shopping may be called a 'contact sport' (hello Quito Nitura!), this season just really calls for all the lazy nitwits to do last minute gift shopping (me included :|). This is what I call 'frightful weather'-- In the form of a mass of people.
Red Cup. Since last year, I promised myself to avoid Starbucks during Christmas (Yes, even if Starbucks delightfully beams with Christmas-ness). I do it because I'd always end up with a number of planner cards that I know I'll never use (I learned that powerbooks planners are better hahaha yum). Of course, those times when someone could claim my sticker are exceptions to this case. So yeah, that explains why I'm at coffeebean all the time (I'm at coffeebean now! Haha). Connection to weather? Coffee and cold weather... Haha whatev!
Real Weather. It's drizzling now at Greenbelt-- And it was drizzling here yesterday, too... And the day before that. So much for weather updates
Umbrellas. I can't live without them but I'm exceptionally irresponsible with them. I lost my 4th umbrella to date a few weeks ago and I hope I won't lose my new one this time. I hate it-- I loved that umbrella :( (a/n: Hello Dennis Tan! He requested that he be mentioned here 'cause he absolutely hates bringing umbrellas haha!)
Knitwear. I love them. 3 pull overs, 4 button down pull overs, 2 vests and a beret will prove that sentiment. It's just sad that I threw away my sense of variety 'cause they all came from one place hahahahahah
Fat. Yeah well, 'tis the season to be jolly hoho. (the official starting mark of this was when I had the now annual 'fancy dinner' with my friends. YUM)

..."but the fiiiiire is sooo delightfuuuul" ho-hum

Frontal Lobe-y

2008-12-08T00:01:00.003+08:00

My psych prof pointed at the list I was making on my planner during last Friday's class and commented on how my list was very Frontal Lobe-y. The list was written with empty check boxes before each reminder and all of them were placed under Saturday (Yeah it's my anti- crammer self which fails to prevail nowadays)

It made me think of one thing. There are probably only three places where I am comfortable in being randomly messy. Or rather, just plainly random. 1) My scratch notebook 2) My sock drawer and 3) Here-- My blog.

Maybe that's the reason why I love these things so much. No constraints and shit. I get to live in my own fracas. /Sigh/. Maybe that's why I also love those days when I get to go to school without bothering to put any make- up on and combing my hair (usually Tuesdays and Thursdays hahaha PE days)

Haha I'm such a confused little prat.

My dog died

2008-12-01T12:35:00.001+08:00

A late reaction is a late reaction. Synapses were just too... Ugh. Lantaran na.

Coinkidink

2008-11-26T22:38:00.003+08:00

Never have I ever hated events happening out of sheer happenstance. Coincidences, for me, were always delightfully surprising. Not today, no.

My histo teacher said all throughout his lecture last meeting (we were talking about the Israelites, the 10 plagues and their scientific explanations) that all the scientific coincidences which eventually caused the plagues were God-planned. I always had the same sort of "yeah-yeah" thoughts about science and the Bible, thus, I always had this rather nonchalant but positive bias [slash] outlook about coincidences.

Today, I threw that out the window and cursed it as it came smashing down on concrete-- Hard.

Com class: We had this reading to be discussed that was the length of Casanova's memoir autobiog... Kidding. It basically had 7 parts (intro, 5 defs, an extra def and a conclusion). My teacher said he'd pick students to discuss one of the definitions of Info Soc. Since I didn't want 30% of my participation grade to go to waste, I was all "Game! Sige kahit anong def!-- Wag lang Economic Change" (that was IF I get randomly chosen). I've always hated Econ so I was the type whom you'd never get to force to ever finding Fiscal Policies and whatnot appealing. Don't get me wrong, I have friends who are Eco majors and my mom's an Eco major so it's nothing against those who enjoy it. But hello; that aversion intensified after this class. I got chosen to discuss a def and well-- I got Eco fucking nomic def. Fine, it was pretty easy to understand that bit in the reading but I practically skipped it when I was reading the whole thing eh hahahahahha. So yeah, major bola when I recited. Great.

Have you ever stepped into a car, thinking that it was yours, but when you stepped in, strangers were staring at you? After com class, my mom offered to fetch me near my classroom. I called her up, told her I was out and saw what I thought was our car. She even replied a "yep I can see you too" when I said "I can see you na". Dark silver Altis, shiny-- Must be my mom! When I stepped in, though, I saw a man who resembled Manny Pacquiao staring at me. I acted so stupidly that I didn't even get to step out of the car immediately. Only when I saw that the car door handle thinger was different did I realize that I must've stepped in the wrong car. I uttered my apologies, quickly hopped out of the car and saw, right behind it, a dark silver and shiny Altis. This time, it was really my mom inside it. I could tell by the plate number haha. Stupid me for not checking the plate number fist, ey hahahahaha.

God is great for creating circumstances that led His people to the promise land. Not so great, though, for resulting into a stupid image of me hahahahaha

15 minute attention span

2008-11-22T17:32:00.002+08:00

If my parents gave me all the liberty in the world, I would've decided to go against their will and join all the possible theatre organizations accessible. If that drove me enough to really seek for such a career, I'd be shimmying my way to where spotlights burn the bightest.

If I had one free plane ticket destined to anywhere in the world and if I had limitless sums of moo for lodging, food, etc., I'd go to Egypt. I'd stand on the foot of the Sphinx, look at the direction where the Sphinx's perspective is and gaze and wonder in awe on how the Egyptians were smart enough to make the Sphinx point to the constellation of Leo. (I hope you get the analogy)

If I could get a free house locally, I'd want it to be between Katipunan and Makati or somewhere there. That way, I could go from academic to corporate easily without having to worry about moving out and shit

If I could get a free vacation home, I'd love for it to be a cottage near the Swiss Alps

If I were a free human being without anything pulling me down or without parameters and whatnot, I'd sit back and just let life wash over me and overwhelm me. A friend of mine said I needed to worry less. This is probably a nice way to live by what he said ('cause I agree).

A fifteen minute attention span is probably not something I have. I'm guessing it's shorter. ADHD hahahaha.

gObama

2008-11-05T15:48:00.002+08:00

I was tuned in at CNN the whole morning, amazed, first, at how cool their news center looked with their touch screen thingamajigs, how quick and clean the US elections were and, lastly, how that Patriot soundtrack gave me chills (the nice kind hahaha) when they played it when Obama officially won.

A year ago, back when I heard about the primary whatnots on presidential blahs, I wouldn't have cared less for who'd win the presidency. Now, actually, I still don't give a poop-- sort of haha. The first time I remembered leaning towards the Democratic party was during one of the primary debates (when candidates for both parties were still undecided). It was basically one difference that made me favour the Blue-- The fact that they will end the war. Sooo this is me basically not caring because I'm not American but caring, nonetheless, because the Democrats wanted to end the war.

From then on, I bet on the donkey over the elephant (those are the party animal things, no pun intended). Succeedingly, I'm happy now that most of the Americans got what they wanted and I'm happy that I won 500 pesos over a bet with my sister HAHAHA yosh.

John McCain may have had the prettier wife, the cuter daddy facade, the swollen cheek gland- like thing, the foxier running mate and Elizabeth Hasslebeck (God forbid) as a supporter, but Obama had 300something over 100something electoral votes in favor of him-- plus Oprah as a supporter. Hahaha!

I extend a happy Obama- reign and war- free (yayness) period to Americans. How I wish Philippine elections were as quick, clean and easy as yours. Now we can watch TV without those damned campaign coverages popping up.

Al Gore. I still love you HAHAHA

Whore Presents: Power Genitalia

2008-10-26T22:19:00.003+08:00

Bad Domain Names. These are actual domain names so yeah, I didn't make up any of them. I found this funny haha

Who Represents is where you can find the name of the agent that represents any celebrity. Their Web site is
www.whorepresents.com/ - "whore presents"
Experts Exchange is a knowledge base where programmers can exchange Advice and views at
www.expertsexchange.com/ - "expert sex change"
Looking for a pen? Look no further than Pen Island at
www.penisland.net/ - "penis land"
Need a therapist? Try Therapist Finder at
www.therapistfinder.com/ - "the rapist finder"
There's the Italian Power Generator company,
www.powergenitalia.com/ - "power genitalia"
And don't forget the Mole Station Native Nursery in New South Wales,
www.molestationnursery.com/ - "molestation nursery"
If you're looking for IP computer software, there?s always
www.ipanywhere.com/ - "I p(ee) anywhere"
The First Cumming Methodist Church Web site is
www.cummingfirst.com/ - "cumming first"
And the designers at Speed of Art await you at their wacky Web site,
www.speedofart.com/ - "speedo fart"

Sem ender blues

2008-10-25T00:13:00.004+08:00

Sem break is nearing the end of its second week and grades were just out a few hours ago. Joy :|. I know grades aren't such a hot topic (or is it just me?) and that this isn't really an apt issue for a sem- ender (since 1st sem has ended long before this). But watoof-- It's absotively and posolutely inevitable that I rant... And rant some more.

I officially dub this sem as the most fucked up sem. Ever. For me, at least. Let me elaborate. But before that, I won't approach this thing and expound based on my qpi this sem (please, it's too embarassing. Well, again, for me at the least) but I'll do that via my cumulative. Kasi naman, at least may 'onting dignidad pa ako riyan.

How awful? Let me just say that my former cumulative of 3.23 has gone down to a fucking 3.095. F@%k that! It's no wonder why I won't place them God damned letter grades here 'ey.

At @#$% mo, please. Hindi ako naglalabas ng galit para lang may maawa sa'kin o para magpapansin. Seryoso ako. Big deal 'to sa'kin, okay. Unlike you, I actually give a shit about what comes out of all my studying. Danke.

*Yep, I wrote this down approximately 3 hours after I found out what my grades are (about 3:30am last tuesday?). Haha I was that sad.

Red, White and Blue

2008-10-17T23:19:00.003+08:00

I'm at the process of watching the 3rd part of the last of the presidential debates at CNN (I got too lazy to finish the whole thing a few days ago). Yeah, at the cusp of sembreak, I've been watching anything and everything. From Heroes, Friends and Spongebob marathons, I'm viewing loads of idiot- box frenzies (I'm retardingly cool that way). The elections have been, thus far, very interesting so I've decided to do a quasi- marathon on that, too.

I've wondered long ago why all the hype's geared towards the US elections. Obviously, I've never arrived at an answer that would satisfy me so, naturally, I stopped wondering and got caught up in the hype just like everyone else.

After all that, realizations started flowing in. Or rather, two of them-- Haha, sounded so many back there, ey:

I'd vote for Obama if I were an American or if I could. (And yes, even if I'm not in the right state of mind-- He's just so damned gregarious)
If McCain were my daddy, I'd have a cute daddy (This is the PATERNAL kind of cute, thankyou)

On a side note, just as I stressed long ago, I still wouldn't want to live in the US. I'd die out of fear of fast food yumminess and too much liberality. I prefer SUN RAYS over a star- spangled banner (but no, I DO NOT prefer Pacquiao over Phelps).

A/N: From now on, I'm doing that icon-on-the-side-corner thing that I do in Multiply (back when I preferred blogging in Multiply). I just soooo totally miss it-- And the icons that are stocked in my laptop are sayang hahaha.

I'm a homo sapien with boobs and a vagina-- and a kid

2008-10-15T20:15:00.005+08:00

If went inside a room full of people and asked them to raise their hands if they've ever been a victim of MOTHER'S INSTINCT, I bet I'd see most, if not all, their arms raised high above their heads.

Mother's instinct-- don't you just absolutely HATE it? I hate the fact that mothers are always right and that they know things even before you start conceptualizing initial ideas in your head.

Oh! And I hate this type of conversation:
Offspring: Mom, I have to tell you something
Mom: What is it?
Offspring: I *insert fault here*
Mom: I know
Offspring: How did you know?
Mom: *insert offsprings name here*, I'm your MOTHER

Damn the day when mothers all over the world were granted with the gift of foresight over their childrens doings. Oh but wait.. Those were the days when we were born--

... I take it back. Nevermind.

How could it?

2008-10-14T13:41:00.002+08:00

How could that fucking grade be lowered to a B???
Sorry talaga pero I was quite sure on this.
It was an A when I do well on the finals and a B+ if I get a B on the finals. Looks like I got something lower than that.

Fuck. I need compensations.

Kiss Me Kate

2008-10-13T09:24:00.002+08:00

How is it that I still have this hatred on men in me? Hahaha. It isn't sadistic or on a highly mean level or anything. I've always been a woman with a Gabriella attitude in highschool, regarding women as a superior race-- Ethnocentric much? Ok haha joke. Hindi naman. Basta the stereotypical narcissistic and mayabang man... I hated. Oh, and I hate how guys live for lesbian shit. Guys who dig it or who are fascinated by it-- Not a problem. It's those guys who look for nothing else in women but girl on girl action that I hate.

Back to the question I raised earlier-- How I still hate men blahblahblah. I find it conspicuous now that I dislike mayabang men but I'm with one (17 months, too). Now this is the time where I admit to myself that yabang-ness makes my man look cute (haha "my maaaan"). But, still, I hate men.

I hate men. I can't abide 'em even now and then. Than ever marry one of them, I'd rest a maiden rather, for husbands are a boring lot and only give you bother. Of course, I'm awfully glad that Mother had to marry Father, but I hate men. Of all the types I've ever met within our democracy, I hate most the athlete with his manner bold and brassy. He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.

But, ladies, you must answer too, what would we do without 'em?
Still, I hate men!

plurk

2008-10-07T19:07:00.001+08:00

danieleazar shares http://www.plurk.com/user/danieleazar

I'm liking this Plurk thing, ey

Watoof, Dani

2008-10-06T23:24:00.003+08:00

Repeaters, Shiftees, Dropouts and Suicidals-- er.. suicidees? It gets worse. As of late, I've been hearing nothing but crap about acads from other people. I surmise that I'm one of them (helloooooo haha)

Since freshman year, I've been meeting people who want to shift/ need to shift, people who F-ed (the grade... not fucked okay) or W-ed their subjects and people who didn't quite make that 1.8 qpi req. This year, I've been hearing the same shit... But at a greater scale. This time, instead of having repeaters + shiftees + droupouts, add a number of depressed beings there and you get a batch of lonely twiddles.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I've been such a brat bitching about my grades and acting like it's the end of the world for me when, in truth, I've been so self-centered to not think about the others. Yes, I feel hella bad... More towards how I couldn't just be satisfied. Ayan tuloy, I've gotten myself into fights with my parents and Jordan just because I couldn't plant my feet back on the ground.

Just because accounting's fucked up, I refused to pay attention to my other grades (which were surprisingly ok... okay fine, more than okay-- SURPRISINGLY). Ok na siguro na ulitin ang accounting basta wag akong magshift o gumawa pa ng kahit anong kalokohan. I need to realize that. I need to get my overconfidence due to my previous qpi's out of my system.

I need a fucking slap (and hope for those who think they won't quite make it next year. Pleaaaase-- mawawalan ng fun people sa school if that happens :c )

Someone's sad on the other side of the world

2008-10-05T22:27:00.003+08:00

Coming 10.17.2008, the sun will rise continuously for 36 hours (1.5 days). During this time, the US countries will be dark for 1.5 days. It will convert 3 days into 2 big days. It will happen once in 2,400 years. Primarily the Earth will stop from rotating on its own axis. Tropical areas will become hotter and cold areas will be colder. We're very lucky to see this. -CNN/BBC NEWS

I got this from an instant message. Interesting. Just when I thought that the sun would never shine (this is regarding my accounting poop), It'll shine for 1 and a half days straight! Haha, gotta love the metaphor.

White flag my ass

2008-10-03T21:15:00.002+08:00

VP debate between Biden and Palin
(On their plans on Iraq)

Joe Biden: This is a fundemental difference between us-- we will end this war. For John McCain, there is no end in sight.
Sarah Palin: Your plan is a white flag of surrender.

That bit ticked me off. Eh mierda, sige lang-- Send your countrymen to die elsewhere while you enjoy the hateful cries from the families of those whom you sent to Iraq. Age old issue, I know-- One thing that I thought of, though, when this war on Iraq issue was still fresh: Our generation, and those before us, have gone through learning about so many wars that were never successful and we grew up with "War is not the answer" as a central mentality to peace, harmony and whatnot. I couldn't believe it back then (when I was 12) that a man who would've known better would result to this "solution".

I'm not one to really care about what goes on in that God- forsaken country (pardon me for calling it that), but really now. War? Shouldn't that be a debate between 14 year olds who just finished learning about some sort of civil war or something?

Hellooooooo-- Hi, Goodbye.

How kind enough of you to think of me

2008-10-02T23:03:00.002+08:00

This will be the first time that I'd be channelling my rage in here for I deem such acts as immature (not to mention insecure... haha ring a bell??). Oo, sige na-- Call me immature and insecure. Yep, for this instance, and this instance only, will I stoop down to your insecurity level-- it's probably the only way you'll ever get to feel the slap that you most totally deserve. I won't make this long (it's not like you're really worth so much space in here, anyway). I'll just let you know one thing...

I know what you're doing and the story that you're pulling. You and I both know the real deal and I can't believe that you'd really tell bullshit just to cover for your ass. Thanks.

Oh, what I said before about you?-- Totally taking it back.

Sociology-fucking-Anthropology

2008-10-01T19:07:00.002+08:00

...is killing my writing brain cells-- or what's left of it. I absolutely HATE it when I get writers block at a time when it is most needed. Big fucking woop. Despite the fact that it's format is Arial14 double- spaced isn't helping. I'm just not in the mood to write crap down.

Oh my blissful tension release, where art thou?

Good riddance oh pink bulbous one

2008-09-30T09:00:00.002+08:00

Finally, I can leave with the great feeling of relief. I'm not really one to aggravate oneself over such a tiny mishap, but hey, if it's a positive feeling, I might as well rave about it. Haha is it a mishap really, or rather, is it even a mishap period? No se. I know I'm getting pretty ambibous in this entry-- It's intentional haha. Ambiguity is the key for me to write about shit here and not receiving fucked up replies after that.

Wow that was short-- And confusing.

Monty Python's "Spamalot"

2008-09-27T23:21:00.003+08:00

I'm happy for more reasons that when I have reasons to feel like shit-- Or at least that what I want to project.

It makes sense naman eh. The facade that you put on tends to work towards its state of quasi- realness. Meaning, it slowly becomes real in a sense that it actually becomes a part of your life.

THIS is the reason why most people are happy. Let's face it-- the world's a bitch. Most people choose to be happy, ergo, they work towards their wanted happiness

Okay deep shit na yan. Not really what I wanted to write about.

I just wanted to say that I'm happy-- Even if schoolwork's bombarding me with a crap- load of cosas hacer. Mierda.

Quoting a song from Spamalot-- "Always look on the bright side of life *whistles*"

It takes a dude 16 months to learn how to be sweet (the real 16th Tenth)

2008-09-14T18:43:00.002+08:00

(That's prolly the longest title I've ever used)

Months ago, the guy I dated had this as his mantra: "I don't believe in giving chocolates or flowers to girls". It's been like that for God knows how long and even if it was the thing that frustrated me a lot, I've learned how to slowly live with it. Yep, I thought I'd never get a petal nor an ounce of choco from him.

I'm still with the same guy now. The thing is, though; that same guy who said that he never believed in chocolates and flowers showed up with a box of my favorite chocotes last Saturday and a bouquet of tulips last night.

Ugh... Tulips. I died. Next to Larkspurs, they're my favorite blooms. :)

Another thing: He was also the guy who boldly expressed how much he hated giving surprises.

Last night, he surprised me at home and told me that we were going out (without warning, of course haha... which I psuedo disliked but that didn't faze me). My mom, dad and sister knew about it. I went all "they fucking knew???" on him. He coyly but funnily replied a "well Chuck didn't know". Such a cutie.

Now, I'd always tell him "Where's the old Jordan Ma.Guerrero and what did you do to him? 'Cause I'm absolutely loving the new one" :)

Faux Dani

2008-09-10T22:10:00.001+08:00

DANI ELEAZAR
074124
September 8, 2008

“All art is quite useless.” – Oscar Wilde

Oodles of people do this thing where they turn into something they’re not in front of people they want to make an impression on all the time. I see this as a sort of their only moment for their artistic juices to flow out. The only time these people can call themselves creative is when they long for the attention they can’t get by being themselves, thus, their innovativeness in creating a totally different character—one that they deem apt to the environment they want to fit into. I, however, can set myself apart from people who find it easy to take the shape of whatever shape like any fluid substance. I deviate and don’t really find pleasure in doing what everyone chooses to do. That’s how I characterize myself when I’m in a particular social context.

I have this habit on taking a non- conformist role in every gathering that I go to, especially in formal events where attire has strict parameters. I choose to show up in jeans and sweats in events that require silk, taffeta or satin fabrics and I’d show up in layers of chiffon for those events that require dressed- down outfits. I like being the odd one out; the outcast and the weird girl. The weird girl with a very unique disposition, although inappropriate, but one who likes declaring to the world how not normal she’d want to be. You can call me a rebel, I don’t actually care. That’s the beauty in going against the norm—I don’t stress myself over thinking of how people perceive me to be or how people want to judge or, more appropriately, misjudge me. As much as most people don’t like the image or the presence of an imminent difference, I like the constant weird looks and attention… Or the lack of attention, rather. For me, this is my own kind of art that I make of myself. I’m much of an artist as those people who create a faux façades of themselves in order to make them seem different. As much as I really don’t like the idea of sharing the same identity as those people who try so hard, I have to.

Why? That’s because I AM them. I AM those people who try hard. What I just did in the previous paragraph was exactly what I first described about people making it seem like they’re different. I put on this image of divergence from norms and made it look like my own personality when in truth, it really isn’t. This is how I deal with certain situations. It doesn’t sound really good but that’s what I, sadly, do in the midst of different people in different environments. I guess it’s safe to say that I don’t have a real personality when it comes to other people. I shift, bend and shape like water and I make myself this useless work of art. I’m uselessly interesting that way. :)

As indicated by the first three lines up yonder, Yep, I submitted this crap of a personal essay for my class. Crap because I did not, at all, take the essay seriously hahahaha. What's seen up there is all totally made up. Psh. I 'aint that artistic okay? Nor am I that tragic. I don't know, I guess it was fun for me at that time to make up a faux Dani. One who fakes her non- conformity to classify herself under her perceived norm. Haha yes, 'tis malabo. It was intended to be that way.

In here, I write blah-ish-ly. Well lookie here, I write blah-ish-ly in academic requirements as well. Joyness.

A sort of quasi liking to a difference of sorts

2008-09-09T18:15:00.002+08:00

**I mentioned long ago that an indicator of Dani's stress is redundancy. Well, helloooooo redundancy :), Dani's stressed. Why not pay her your daily visit? Stress... Why not do the same thing?:)

There's a new addition to Dani's stress, though, and that's self-negation. If you'll shift your eyes up yonder to the title of this entry, redundancy and self-negation's very evident.

Oh... Another thing. Randomness. Yes, I know. Ang gasgas na ng pagiging random sa blog kasi parang pacute lang 'yon. Pero, lo siento. That's what I feel so that's the shit that's ending up in my blog entry.

Cheerio.

Devirginized by Ateneo and La Salle

2008-09-06T23:25:00.004+08:00

Before this afternoons ADMU-DLSU game, I was a UAAP virgin ('di ko isasali yung time na nanood ako ng cheercomp that happened almost 5 years ago:|). I've only stepped inside Araneta for concerts and such but I've never been able to watch a basketball game. I heard about the ateneo-lasalle game quite early (This is Angge's fault 'cause well... She actually really needs to know, being a Babble member and all). I had no intentions of watching the game but a message from Issa the day before saying that she had extra upperA tickets made me change my mind.

So... Yay, diba? Everything was fine when we got there (save the fact na we had no seats when we arrived). We were just waiting for the game to start until Kiko received a call that he had extra Patron seat tickets...

Okay. To make the long story short, Issa and I got those seats. And please lang... I have this need right now to boast okay?

I asdfgbvjk-ing LOVED this day. My first game ever and I land on patron seats, Ateneo won AND I get my 2 seconds of fame on TV (Imagine my surprise when, after the game, I receive messages from friends saying that they saw me on TV... Yuck, haha). Such a wonderful thing to happen to a person who's always been a UAAP virgin hahahaha.

Kiko Lagman. I will forever be indebted to you for making my "first time" AWESOME.

From peasantry to quasi-rich-bitch

awesome STUFFSSSSS

2008-09-04T20:04:00.001+08:00

If I see another person use and type in the word STUFF with an S, or worse, hear a person say STUFF with an S, I am going to kick the living STUFFS out of that person!

I've lost the sense of...

2008-09-01T00:05:00.002+08:00

knowing what it feels like to take a break.

'Cause, yep, I'm taking a break from studying my ass off for FUCKOUNTING. And, please, there are still those things called BREAKS and they still do very much EXIST.

If there'd be one name that I'd gladly take for the rest of the sem, I would really love to be called: CURVE SETTER.

Asa. BVASDJKLZXWTQ!!!!!

Let's blog about my day, now, shall we

2008-08-27T22:13:00.003+08:00

My sister, an avid fan and reader of my entries... Kunwari, asked me recently why I keep writing about random crap and not anything important that happened in my day. My reply was very full and comprehensive: I replied an "eh".

Okay, I don't like blogging about my day for the main reason that each entry would be too long if I did. Masyadong maraming nangyayari, I guess and well... I'm, honestly, much more of a deep thinker when I write so telling stories about my day won't really suffice if I want to vent out shit. Wooo ang hangin ko bigla ah. Haha.

BUT. Let this entry be an exception. I won't be circumstantial about my day, though. I'm still sticking to my old ways haha. Not all the poop that happened in my day would make it here, anyway... 'Cause that's exactly the word to describe my daaay: POOP. Shit, crap, mierda, whatever synonyms you could think of that could describe my day that resembled the rotten smell of feces. Yes, it was that bad.

Okay I'm done describing my day and I'm done ranting.

This day ended nicely anyway :)

Word of the day: DAY (Yeah, It's mentioned in here too much)

Satirical Melancholies

2008-08-25T19:57:00.002+08:00

I noticed two things that I stupidly do when I blog. One is that I have too many typos and typo-grammatical errors and the second is that I feel like I haven't blogged in such a long time when it's only been a day.

I was bored the other day so I stopped by this site and read some of the entries previously written. I spotted soooo many typos that I couldn't help my fingers spasaming to click on the edit button on my dashboard. But I didn't do the editing anymore for the mere fact na sobrang nakakatamad. You see, when I write shit down, I don't really bother editing (except when I want to add something) or re-reading the entry. First time kong magcheck kaya congratulations are in order. Go me. The worst looking entries would have to be the ones written at times before I sleep. They're the worst because I wrote them when I was sleepy. Sobrang halata na inaantok yung nagsulat hahahaha. I won't specify which entry that is, though. Nakakahiya kasi.

I initially wanted to start this entry with the line "I feel like I've been back to the Mesozoic Era the last time I wrote crap down here". Uhhh yeah, the feeling's wrong haha. Kasi naman isang araw lang ako 'di nagsulat and I feel like it's been THAT long. Haha yep, I'm freakishly weird and cool like that. Sayang, I had a catchy first line pa naman hahaha. Mesozoic Era amp. I'll just use that for another time or something.

Omg, btw, FAINTING GOATS. Haha too funny. I was researching about goat cheese (I wanted to make that goat cheese appetizer that I saw on Giada's show) when I found out about fainting goats. They're also called Myotonic goats, I think. Or I could be wrong. Haha. Basta they faint like stupid stuffed animals that you just throw around.

Okay, yun lang. Cheerio.

Kiddie-ness spurts out at such wrong moments

2008-08-23T20:29:00.002+08:00

You know the feeling that little kids (especially girls-- tween age) get when they're frustrated over something so new, vague and so wrong to them? The times when budding curiosities arise... Yep. I have that same exact feeling now. Just when I thought I'm totally over that phase of frustration, I'm back to zero with a welcome of this stupid state I'm in.

At some point in the future, I'd be wishing I had the excitement of youth in me, I know. At this exact moment, I'm not in the mood for it. I can't really flesh out what I mean 'cause I, myself, am really confused with what exactly I want to mean. Haha. Putek ang labooooo.

Ugh. If only I'd stop being so..................

Bye

Pompous, Prideful and Priggish

2008-08-22T22:32:00.005+08:00

Note re: title... Yeah, the aliteration was intended haha. 'Tis nice when you say words like that and they roll of your toungue.

I'm not much of a narcissistic being (Please, I'm not fishing on this one haha), but lately, the heavens have blessed (or not) me with reasons to be so. Oo na, makapal kung makapal. Minsan lang 'to kaya pagbigyan nalang haha. I won't expound on it, though, for reasons that... Well... I have some humility left in me. I'll just end this tidbit of an entry by saying "Yonder bitch dost hath thy fine booty. indeed, I would smaketh that" (-------> Haha sorry can't get over. click for reference).

Fo' shizzeth ma nizzeth.

I am proud enough to say that I won't ever regret dying early for eating such remarkably unhealthy but delicious things. I have this saying whenever I eat: "the unhealthier it is, the more likely i'll eat it" hahahaha. As of late, I've been eating loads of microwavables. Microwavables mean really instant food and really instant food mean really instant unhealthiness. Ugh... Unhealthy food's the beeeeest. Yum. I can't wait for another HotPocket.

Okay babawiin ko yung "I won't ever regret...". Yes, I'll still regret it. I just love food that much hahahaha.

Whatta retard daniiiiiii

What a toot

2008-08-19T21:47:00.002+08:00

Another entry about athletes (yep, I'm cool like that). This time, it's about our very own Filipino athletes who ventured to big ol' China in hopes of winning a gold. The government (plus Manny Pacquiao), as I remember, offered millions of pesos (plus something else) to whoever wins a gold. I bet they're happy about not shelling out any peso so far because we lost on all the other sporting disciplines. The only hope for a gold, maybe, is for Taekwondo.

Here's one thing that went through my mind every time I hear about the olympics. It's like this thing I've always wanted to shout out to the government: Dudes, don't expect our athletes to win anything if you've never given them enough support.

Yeah, I know. There are far more important things to whine about when it comes to current political booboos (like the killings in Mindanao and the stupidity of the MMDA hahahaha... Such pussies). But hey, everyone's talking about those things... Why not talk about THIS?

I surmise that China's winning the overall medal standing. Kasi, hello-- Obvious na 'yun. Given the fact that a) hometown's the host and b) they have the manpower to make winning a big possibility (even if the US brought in more athletes), it's absotively and possilutely sure that they're going to end up winning the whole thing.

As for our Filipino athletes, let's cry out for more support from the government, now, shall we? Support for Philippine Sports! (among other things). I love Philippines. Wow Philippines. ONE BIG FIGHT!!!! (anoooooo? hahaha)

Noooooooooob

2008-08-19T11:07:00.004+08:00

There was once a time when I greatly favoured underdogs in different sports and made them my favourites. I started watching baseball when I was 9 and I liked the Atlanta Braves. I quickly got over that phase because I just couldn't get the sport hahaha. Soon after, I started watching Tennis and F1. I never watched these sports for the sport per se, but I watched it because each discipline had cute athletes HAHA. Yeaaaaahh. I stated watching them at the same age I started forcing myself to be sporty (9 years). My favourite back then was Andy Roddick (for Tennis) and Ralph Schumacher (F1). I quickly switched favourites when I was 12 because new athletes caught my eye. I favoured Rafael Nadal (Tennis), Fernando Alonso and Kimi Raikkonen (F1) then.

Nadal, I think, was just 16 or 17 when I started watching his games and, boy, was he such a big noob. He never won a lot of games back then. He was just this kid starting out in pro tennis-- but now look at him, French open, US open, Wimbledon, OLYMPICS? He's won them all. I just simply luuuuuuurve him (I feel like a proud momma who has watched him grow or something HAHA).

Alonso, just like Nadal, was sort of a noob when I started watching him. Naabutan ko pa yung time na wala siya sa poll positions. If I remember correctly, the highest ranking that I first watched him reach was 8th. Then came the race where he won his first silver. Methinks 'twas in Spain (yep, his hometown) and, boy, did his fellow Spaniards cheer for him hahaa. I know he isn't such a top racer now but I know he's won number1 driver overall in previous seasons. Proud momma, yet again (pseudo).

Raikkonen wasn't such a noob when I started watching him. I liked him because he was guapo, nada mas. Haha I kid. I'll admit, he was reallyyyy good and his car was shiiiiny (I was a kid back then so don't expect me to like something that isn't mababaw haha). He always won 2nd place in races when I started watching F1, so yeah. Been a fan ever since.

Now I'm sad, though. Sad because I don't get to watch Tennis or F1. Poopoo. I don't know what's going on and it sucks haha. Oh well. There's always the internet. How lame.

I hate brits for having such wonderful accents

2008-08-18T12:35:00.002+08:00

I'll admit, when I was 12, I started studying the brit accent. I just find it absolutely brill! A chin wag in this accent is something I fancy and I'm chuffed afterwards. Umm wala lang... My toungue feels nice after I've spoken in that accent haha (That sounded TOO WRONG).

You know what I hate, though? I hate the fact that even if a brit's muy feo and he still has that googly-eye-worthy accent, he still has this sexy appeal. Por ejemplo: Gordon Ramsay. He isn't gwapo at ALL, but whenever I watch his show (F word), I am sooooooo compelled to crave for what he's cooking (even if I wouldn't be caught dead eating it... before). He once made this simple brocolli soup (stress on the word 'simple'). I hate brocolli (I'm like a kid, yes) and I would've never wanted to crave for that and, at the very least, wanted that. Pero asdfghj!, I did. Damn that accent.

Woe is me. Beef Wellington never looked so good when Gordon Ramsay was cooking it. Gah, I hate brits and their accents. Whether it is the posh, cockney (sp?) or welsh kind of accent, I'd never find a twit that would leave me stropping after I hear it.

Confusion

2008-08-17T14:38:00.002+08:00

In our law class, confusion means an instance when the debtor assumes the role as creditor and vice versa. Simply put, Debtor=Creditor. Vis a vis compensation, compensation has 2 Debtor=Creditor "sets".

Okay. I'll stop with the Law jargon.

If I could describe what this entry projects in a phrase, it'd be: "I'm confuuuuuuuused"

Ack. I don't knoooow. I hate it whenever this happens hahaha. Nothing's really helping 'cause I've always had very weak self- control. I guess I'd have to heighten that control now.

Bumbumbeedumbumbumbeedumbum... Your mind is in disturbiaaaaa

Transparent little prat

2008-08-12T23:26:00.003+08:00

I am in dire need of a silent outlet. Ergo, this entry. I'll be keeping things ambiguous for the fear that others might judge this to mean something else. I don't want that to happen again now, do I? Hahahaha.

I've recently, and by recently I mean this morning haha, read a composition from a friend that hit me. Let's just say that the way this person wrote it really had an effect on me and let's just say that the person had an effect on me. One thing stood out from my that person's work: predictability. The message was about predictability and the way that person wrote it was predictable. Ang galing. That friend of mine explained that the predictability was intended because that was its main theme.

Haha wala lang. I can't really pour out what I feel here. If I do, I'd comply to that predictability. I don't want that.

Putek ang deep. FUCK MIDTERMS.

Bye

Innate classicality

2008-08-12T21:01:00.003+08:00

For every person, there will always be one musical piece, with or without lyrics, that moves him or her. For me, it will and has always be the piano piece, Claire de Lune. *sigh*

Whenever I study, I switch my iTunes on my "study music" playlist. In that playlist are mezzo tempo-ed classical songs that have always been a part of my study routine. Haha. I work better that way. Claire de Lune is playing as I type and each time that piece plays in the midst of my studying, I can't help but stop and listen. I don't know. It's sounds sort of melancholic to me but very soothing at the same time. I remember hearing that piece for the first time when I was 8-ish and I remember, too, stopping in the middle of chasing my dog, Ginger. The moment that piece plays, palagi akong nagbubuntong- hininga. Ang sarap talaga pakinggan.

Imagine my excitement when I heard Claire de Lune being played in the movie, Atonement. Hahahaha woohoooo. Dario Marinelli, the musical director person something of Atonement (aaand Pride and Prejudice, as well), has become my new favorite movie composer gente when it comes to movie soundtracks and it was just puuuuuuuure genius when he added Claire de Lune to the Atonement soundtrack. Ugh super bagaaaaay.

Okay... I'm off-- to my Law-midterms-studying activities.

CHUCK con muchas arrugas y 15th Tenth :)

2008-08-10T11:12:00.005+08:00

Umm... Lo siento para ugly pic below hahahaha.

For Aug10, Jordan and I planned to just have a simple dinner. I expected the usual to happen-- He'd pick me up, hang around, go out, eat, walk around, kwento, bring me home, hang around, et al. Everything went as planned last night... Except for the fact that he entered my house with a puppyyyy. I was asdjkgbcfcdj-FIED when I saw the muymuuuuy cute litol thing!!!! It was meant to be as a gift for my birthday daw. Haha. I never appreciated the saying "better late than never" until this pudgy little furball came into my life (k... HAHA).

GAH!!! <3

We spent an hour thinking of what to name him before we left. We thought about countless names, from liquor names (Johnnie, Bailey, Sherry, Martin-- My chihuahua, kasi, was named after Jack Daniel) to human anatomy names (Kyrie, folds of the brain... Ugh). I even thought of naming it Arruga (spanish for wrinkle), but it sounded ugly. Haha. After bouts of deliberation, my sister blurted out shoe brands. That's where Chuck was derived from (Yeah, Chuck Taylors). So there you go.

Meet CHUCK!!!! He looks JUST LIKE his daddyyyyyyyy.

I'm starting to wonder, though, how I'd be able to achieve my responsibilities as pet owner. I'd have to feed him 4x a day until he's 6 mos old, have him take the ramaining shots, paper train him, leash train him, bathe him... Ugh whatever! I DON'T CARE if I'd have to pamper the doggie. I'm just so fucking SQUEEEEE-ish right now! :)

More pics of Chuck

Ni Hao

2008-08-08T22:58:00.003+08:00

080808. Beijing Olympics. There are only 4 things that I watch when it's summer olympics year: Opening ceremonies, synchronized swimming, gymnastics (floor) and ending ceremonies.

Opening ceremonies were gaaaaaaahhhh *sparkly eyes*, as usual. I bet the people behind the events dealt with a lot of cosas to make that exeedingly amazing production possible. If there'd be one thing that they didn't have a problem with, though, It'd be the number of people who participated in the production. Kasi hellooooo, with China's population, it wouldn't be difficult at all to tengo muchos gentes. True enough, every single presentation had sooooooo many people in them and all of them were spectacular. It was so amazing that you couldn't pinpoint one particular part to be a highlight-- all of them were highlight-worthy. Yay. This year was waaaay better than Sydney and Athens (HAHA naaalala parin), but what I couldn't get was the number of Filipino athletes sent to Beijing. Why so little?? (may also pertain to the flag bearer HAHA... i kid)

Speaking of Filipino athletes...

Solar sports fucking sucks for suuuper faulty commercial management or something. Ayan tuloy, they almost missed the Philippines. I was ready to cheer my heart out but the Philippine walk was fucking bitin. Sayang. I love you Philippines (mWaHuGzZzZZz POH!)

Huling hirit.

I effing loved the firework footprints thing. Muy clever.

Hiatus

2008-08-08T01:09:00.002+08:00

Er... Not quite. It just seems to be that way lately. As of late, I haven't written anything and it feels like it's been a millenia since I've last attempted to cyber-scribble.

Indications that Dani is stressed (beyond... beyond... words!)

laziness
contant breaks to play computer games
constant trips to the pantry to eat nothing but wheat bread
some sort of a quasi likeness to being tired (WOAH was that REDUNDANT or what)
redundancy
an unabridged feeling towards bombardment of schoolwork
excessive cursing
insomnia :((

Yeah. K. I'm stressed. I don't want to be but it's inevitable. I am teeming with stuff to tell but... I'm lazy to tap away on the keyboard. :-<

Fuck. Soy sleepy. Zzzzz

Ermm... The title doesn't mean that I'll be hiatus---ing. Hello. I'd still want to vent out whatever mierda I'm going through here. Haha. Muy bien.

The word "myriad"

2008-08-03T21:29:00.002+08:00

Is something that I've found pleasure in using a lot ever since I've first discovered the word for my paper back in the 5th grade. I wrote about the Ancient Egyptian times and how they had a "myriad of Gods" ahahaha. Since then, the word "myriad" became my primary synonym for "different".

I remember using that word because I noticed that I used the word "different" too much on my paper. So I did what I loved doing at that time-- I popped in my Grolier 1996 Encyclopedia CD (Oo ang luma.. leche) and clicked their interactive Dictionary/Thesaurus. There, I found the word "myriad". Since I was young and I thought bonus points were always given to complex- sounding words, I used it and beamed with pride because I used a word I didn't understand! Oh, don't we all :)

Yes, I was a cute little girl spending time discovering new words everyday. To add to the already embarassing geekiness, I would waste time before searching shit on that Encyclopedia CD or anything that had to do with Greek and Egyptian eras and Quasars and Pulsars. History and Astronomy was a thing that greatly interested me when I was a kid. No joke. I wanted to be a Paleo-Astronomer HAHAHAHA (I have no idea if such a thing exists). I dreamt of finding alien fossils on dwarf stars or sedimentary gas layers on icy planets or something. At times when all my friends were fantasizing about marrying a Backstreet Boy or an N'Sync-er or a Westlife-er, I did these things.

I was embarrased of those and I still am. So yeah, I have no inkling as to what moved me to place that crap in this entry haha. Must be the MYRIAD of things I need to do for today.

Doing a Libra

2008-08-02T19:01:00.002+08:00

This day should've been a really sucky one. Let's just say 2 things totally effing RUINED MY DAY. I hate it.
1) I got my accounting LT2 score today. "Accounting" pretty much spells out blah! I got the news from Nella who asked me to send her my ID number. I complied and got my score. Thanks much? Haha I kid, loveyou. :)
2) I fainted today. The last time I had a fainting spell was last year and it really pissed me off that it had to happen today-- NSTP time pa. I seriously need to take control of my body and stop it from doing things especially when it's this kind of stupid malady. Punyeta.

But just as there were two things that fucked up today, there were also 2 things that awesome-IZED my day.
1) Accounting free cut (I needed it)
2) Visita de el Hordan (Of course, this will always make me happy)

Because he told me that it would/ should be mentioned in my blog, I shall acquiesce, forcibly, without qualm :| Pakana ni Dennis: WINK. HAHA. *inside joke*

100 things that made my day?

2008-08-01T20:03:00.004+08:00

I forgot to write my English essay hence,
I crammed, for the first time ever, on a two page essay. I'd say it was successful
I got a free pesto lunch from Tim yaaaaay!!!
I woke up early?
I slept late last night?
I finally got my briefcase looking make-up thingamajig from Anton
It was raining the whole day
Starbucks with Anna
Comm free-cut
9:30 AM dissmissal!:)

...
50. Err... Jordan aced his tests yesterday and today?
...
99. Stuffstuffstuff
...
100.!! I got this cool P100 bill from my dad that has a UP centennial insignia on it. I 'aint no Fighting Maroon but I found this cool hahaha. Happy 100 to UP. Whenever that is hahaha

Funny bit of that P100 bill: My sister rubbed it all over herself just a moment ago, believing that it would bring her luck. Yeah, her UPCAT's tomorrow and she's really set on entering UP. Ayaw niya ng Ateneo eh :|. Prolly 'cause she can't stand being in the same school as me again hahahaha.

Autoeroticism

2008-07-31T20:25:00.004+08:00

My dad talked to me about my topic for my English paper a few weeks back. I didn't get why he went all serious, but he started off saying that he was worried of what other people might think of me. At first, I really couldn't find it in myself to comprehend what he just said. I mean, I'm not the first student who was brave enough to cover this topic and, in all fairness to cliche topics, my topic could be subcategorized under such a gasgas general topic.

Yes-- SEX. Yan ang general topic ko. The gen topic sounds boring, right? That's exactly what I thought when I started this whole research paper process thing. Naturally, I veered away from the ever-so-boring topic. I chose something that a lot of people, until now, would find surprising hahaha.

Clue:
3 Point Shot
A Night in With the Girls
Airing the Orchid
Auditioning the Finger Puppets
Beat the Beaver
Beating Around the Bush
Brushing The Beaver
Carpet Bumping
Cat Got Tongue
Checking for Squirrels
Clam Bake for One
Cleaning your Fingers
Clitters
Coming Into Your Own
Countering Cunts
Creamin'
Coming Into Your Own
Cunt Cuddling
Dialing the Rotary Phone
Digging a Trench
Doing your Nails
Dousing the Digits
Drilling For Oil
Engaging in Safe Sex
Erasing the Problem
Fanning the Fur
Feeding the Bearded Clam
Feeding your Slot
Fiddling the Bean
Fingerbating
Fingerpainting
Finger Blasting
Flickin' the Bean
Flit your Clit
Fucking Without Complications
Gagging the Clam
Gagging the Lips of Love
Genital Stimulation via Phalangetic Motion
Get a Lube Job
Get To Know Yourself
Get a Stinky Pinky
Going Mining
Groping the Grotto
Greasing your Hips
Grissle Rub
Gusset Typing
Having Sex With Someone you Love
Hee-Haw with wrinkled Mee-Maw
Hitchhiking South
Hitchhiking to Heaven
Hitchhiking Under the Big Top
Jocelyn Eldering
Let Your Fingers do the Walkin'
Levy Break Limbo
Making Soup
Manual Override
Muffin Buffin'
Nulling the Void
Paddling the Pink Canoe
Pampering the Pussy
Parting the Red Sea
Pearl Fishing
Pet the Petunia
Pet the Pussy Cat
Polishing the Nugget
Polishing the Peanut
Polishing the Pearl
Play Poker
Play the Clitar
Play Couch Hockey for One
Play the Silent Trumbone
Playing With Her Pineapple
Playing with Mrs. Palmer's Five Daughters
Playing With the Man in the Boat
Pushing the Button
Pussy Soccer
Riding the Unicycle
Rolling the Dough
Rubbin' the Nubbin
Rubbing the Donut
Rubbing the Red Pussycat
Scoring the Hoop
Slapping the Mackerel
Soaking the Whisker Biscuit
Spelunking
Spearing the Bearded Clam
Squeeze the Peach
Strumming
Strumming the Banjo
Surfing the Channel
Teasing the Kitty
Teasing the Tuna Taco
Testing the Plumbing
The Virgin's Release
Tickling the Taco
Tiptoe Through the TwoLips
Toggling the Bit
Tossing Pink Salad
Trolling the Bermuda Triangle
Two Finger Taco Tango
Washing your Fingers

Walang hiya ang mga 'di na makakagets niyan sa dami ng mga "synonyms" na nilagay ko riyan.

I'll say this: I just love how people, guys especially, react when they find out about this hahahaha. I usually get high- fives from guys and, well, odd looks from girls (but with laughter after?). Haha. THIS is exactly why I chose this topic :)) My main purpose is to get those weird looks from everyone. HAHA.

Dudes... Even babies masturbate. (TOTOO NA YAN OKAY. Research will prove that, rock- solid)

Thank God It's... Wednesday

2008-07-30T20:33:00.004+08:00

Okay... I'm currently at the state of not knowing what to write about. Tons of stuff are in my head, waiting to be written about but I'm lost as to how and what I should write about. Must be the fact that stress is making me lazy? Haha.

Okay, let me start with this. Thank the mighty heavens and ST. IGNATIUS for his "day" tomorrow! It's because of him that I finally get to taste a full day of freedom (save 10am-12nn tom for review classes, but oh well-- that won't rain on my parade). Just when I've given up getting used to my shit ass Saturday sched and a shit ass 6 day study week, St. Ignatius extends forth a blessing among us Ateneans. Yayness. Hohohooo, one more thing. I must give thanks, too, to "the beaver" (my com prof) for granting us a free cut on Friday. It's because of him that my Friday this week will end at 930am :). Yayness, yet again.

"Why so serious??" - Joker a.k.a. Heath Ledger

Yes, ngayon ko lang napanood ang Dark Knight. After almost a full week of hearing everyone rave about it, I've finally gotten the chance to see it (with Angge and Kiko). I must admit, thought, that I didn't really get what all the rave was about after watching the first half of the movie. But towards the end-- Yeaaaahhh, I loved it haha (along with so many other people). I agree, Heath Ledger gave an absolutely amazing performance for this film. He creeped me out-- That constitutes his success in portraying his role. I'm not so keen on the idea of giving him a post-mortem (wait... did I use/spell the term correctly?) Oscar for his role, though. I don't know-- I think if he was still alive, people wouldn't gush too much over his role. It's definitely safe to say that his death helped a great deal in his image as an actor in this movie and helped in the movie itself (promotions, et al).

Ok... I'm finger-skipping (term I use when I just type away without thinking haha). I shall stop...
After I share this funny thing that Tonino said in our EC102 class 2 days ago.

"Commissioner-- Pahinging Strepsils" - THE Batman

Now. I. Stop. :D

QWERTY

2008-07-27T20:46:00.003+08:00

Zzzzzz...

I'm THAT lazy to do anything productive. I've been switching from my study table (where my school stuff are) to my bed (where my laptop is and where comfiness lies) under really random intervals. I've tried rewriting my Accounting, Law, Econ and Comm notes but none of them are really done (Acc is an exception 'cause the notes were short). I started all of them but I only ended up being lazy to finish them... Poopoo. Blame the times I felt lazy to rewrite notes for certain days, too. Argh, fuck laziness :((. It gets me no where :((

Happy note: Nix and I love NSTP with passion. Why? We love being EFFECTIVE! :D (seeecreeet)

Rich Bitch Night

2008-07-26T20:07:00.004+08:00

*Do you know Anna Katrina Vivas and Enrique Nitura? GREET THEM. 'Tis their looooove day today :D

CAFE YSABEL RESTAURANT
MR. ANTON JOSE
SIT DOWN MENU

-On the Table: Lavosh Bread with Dip-
-Fried Mozzarella-
-Triolet of Soups (Onion Soup, Cream of Mixed Mushrooms & Crustacean Bisque)
Napa Caesar's Salad-
-Grilled Hanger Steak in Cognac Demiglace Potato Dauphinoise, Asparagus Spears-
-Gino's Molten Chocolate Homemade Ice Cream Caramale Sauce & Berry Sauce-
-Coffee or Tea-

July 25, 2008

Up there yonder is a copy of the menu that we had last night haha. Oh ano say mo haaa? For one night, Nix, Julio, Kiko, Miggy, Anton and I were rich bitches. If you think about it, the dinner was just an excuse for us to dress up and eat with class HAHA. If there would be one attendee of last night who did not enjoy the dinner, he/she's a poopoo 'cause last night really spelled out F-U-N-- rich bitch fun :)). None of us brought snapshot paraphernalia so we basically relied on memory-- And camera phones with sucky resolution. There was really just one thing that made the night awesome, though. As cheesy as it sounds, the mere fact that I spent time with these people made last night worthwhile. Quoting Mr. Anton Jose: "We're not sure if we'll be able to hang out as often as we do now in the future" (it wasn't exactly stated that way but, oh well haha)-- The moment he said that, I was hit with the realization that, yeahomgwtf, people are leaving and the close ties we have with one another may not be there anymore in the future. Planned outing or not, rich bitch food or carinderia food pig-out, complete or incomplete-- The company with special people always counts as something really memorable and important. Buntong- hininga (with sparkly eyes). I love it :)

Okay, to end the drama spree, I shall just say-- Thanks for the MEDIUM RARE-D STEAK :D

Alright, just so that I can share the story... The main thing behind this whole dinner thing happened when one of us (I don't remember who) spoke about a random thought. Random thought: It would be nice if we could have one night where we'd dress up and be rich bitches for one night. Funny how that small thought came true and how that small thought progressed into a plan of a rich bitch dinner happening every year hahaha :D

A crap load of books = Student's best friend

2008-07-23T21:21:00.002+08:00

The Rizal Library is my new bestfriend. Well... That's always the case when I need to do research et al. I expected these past days spent in the library to be of torment, but no hahaha. I found hanging out at the library awesome! Hahaha

You see... Even after countless visits to the lib, I still get lost and confused, for example, as to where I should turn to find the staircase going to the 2nd floor from the 3rd. Yeah, the library's really big so it would obviously mean that I'd find something new after every visit. What made my past visits (this week) totally cool was when I spent half an hour inside the Filipiniana section (where all published theses are) and when Angge and I got to tour ourselves around the room next to the Filipinana sec-- Basta it's a room full of old maps. I shall elaborate...

Now! haha

Reading other students' papers dated back in the days when courier was an in-demand font (typwriters) was muy interesting for me. Just with reading all those theses, I could do a comparative study on the style of writing and the subjects/ topics used or whatever haha. I love old thingggssss.

And speaking of old things... The map-room visit made me love old things even more haha.

The whole thing started with me asking Angge about the room next to the Filipiniana sec. That simple question fuelled Angge's curiosity too so we decided that we should explore and enter the room. We were stopped at first by a dude, asking what research we were doing. Angge replied with a simple "we were just curious" and the dude called upon an older, much more in- charge- looking dude to ask if we could look around. What happened next was cool haha. The old man turned on the lights and I felt like I was inside a small- scale map museum. Naturally, we looked around and was putangenasized at how old the maps were (Apparently, it showed the history on how the Philippines was "put on the map"). Some of them were handwritten and cool and old while some of them (mainly 2) were stupid HAHA. One stupid map had the Philippines as one big clump of land-- As in walang korte, isang maliit na blob lang-- and the other had the Philippines on the North part of the map (so you'd have to tilt your head to your left to see correctly that China was on top of the Phils). Quoting Angeli: "I love artifacts!", Dani: "I love history!"

Kulang nalang ay pasukan ko yung Rizal Room haha.

I attend class for a reason

2008-07-21T23:34:00.003+08:00

For miss Anna Katrina Vivas' convenience: The link to the comment box is right up yonder, right next to the entry title :)

I haven't updated in almost an epoch. It feels so long since I've last blogged but not so long as well-- k labo haha. The thing is, everyone's been really stressed to the point that everyone's oblivious to how slow or fast time flies or crawls. Just like what RJ mentioned awhile ago, when we were talking about Joh's cotillion practice almost exactly a year ago, grabe tamang chill lang noon. Ngayon, everyone goes to school looking like a corpse (Oh, believe me I try not to comply with this one). I can't believe I'd actually end up saying this but I'd love, marry and have sex with Calculus just to get rid of Accounting any day. Hahaha... Pardon the mention of 'accounting' again. I've just come home from our second SHIT ASS LT and well-- a hangover's inevitable.

Speaking of acads...

I've come to a conclusion that if you've run out of reasons to participate in class or even attend class, there is always a solution-- even to something as small as that. Answer to your problem *shinypromotionalcommercialSMILE*: Find yourself a happy crush for each class. Why?

A happy crush is a happy crush, you'd still be happy to see him/ her at least once a day around school, thus, ginaganahan kang umattend ng class
What's a happy crush if you don't want to impress him/ her? This is where the strive for acadamic excellence /slash/ ploy-to-get-your-happycrush-to-notice-you kick in
It's not impossible to find oneself or even force oneself to have a happy crush. I mean, hello, lotsa classmates, lotsa classes, lotsa places, lotsa everything. Chances are, one dude or chica will catch your eye
It actually makes you feel happy for the babaw-est of reasons

Tharr. Take note, though. What I mean by happy crush here is an attraction totally void of any emotion. Well at least for me HAHA. I have one awesome boundary that prohibits me to do this ahahaha. I have a Jordan to go home to. Yiiiiiii.

And now my bed beckons me to lay and sleep on it. Goodnight and cheerio.

Index, middle, ring fingers and 2 thumbs

2008-07-16T20:42:00.002+08:00

Putek. My left pinky finger's swollen. It's now as big as my thumb and as blue as.. Err... This. I had, what some better knowledged volleyball people called, this thing na parang "na- finger" daw ako. Ngayon ko lang nalaman na such a term exists haha. How it happened: The ball hit the tip of my pinky, (sort of) jamming my finger and, voila, elephant pinky. Now I can't type properly with my left pinky and it hurts like shit. Psh. Nakakainis... Ang liit lang ng accident, ang sakit pa-- 'Di pa ako nakapag practical test.

Anywhoooo. On to better things which made my day. Weepee. But before I start this, I should put a warning here that would inform people na mapapahiya si Kia sa mga ilalagay ko rito hahahaha.

Imagine a barely eaten mamon/ monay (big, gigantic pandesal- sized k) falling on a table out of its plastic wrapper and being saved by hungry hands afterwards (imagine desperate grabbing gestures hahaha). That's what Kia did at Manang's this afternoon.
Imagine someone EATING A FAKE APPLE and BITING IT TWICE to see what the fuck's wrong with it =)) Kiaaaaraaaaaa.
I was able to give myself 3 powernaps today. Now I have PREPOSTERONE raaaawrrrrr
Isang nakakatuwang mensaheng galing kay Bb. Anna Vivas. Wala lang. I felt so mean after doing that to Anna eh--- NOOOT HHAHAHAHA. Kidding! Iloveyou Anna!
The weather. Pero not quite. But yeah. The weather.
The fact that I had nada cosas para estudiar today.

Danielle Eleazar: jologs ni KIARA
Kia Lagrisola: ANG TIBO NI DANI